Cryin' Clown Songtext
von The Wytches

I catch my breath, finally
She keeps me calm, and suddenly
I relapse on old tricks tryin′ to make 'em new
In his car, she finally tampers with her sexuality
Scratching at each other′s minds 'til they're in the nude
As for me, my loyalty is only sold illegally

To the pantomime, crying clown
Cry for me whilst upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately, bloody mouth
And graveyard girl′s swingin′ her bag like a pendulum


All the static rustling
Plug me in, the records spin
And treat me like I wasn't someone that you knew
Annabel, she reads my dreams
Surrounding me in casualties
But I don′t get mad 'cause, you know, it′s what you do
Over-priced analogies
Brittle man, you're dressed like me

Like the pantomime crying clown
Cry for me whilst upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately bloody mouth

And graveyard girl′s swinging her bag like a pendulum
She creates this fort around her perfect body
Her perfect body
And graveyard girl's tappin' her ribs like a xylophone
She creates this fort around her perfect body
And she′s perfectly lonely

Like a pendulum