Bozo Songtext
von White Reaper

I′m not the silver slug
I'm not the competition
Don′t even bleach my whites
Not of my own volition

I won't hear what you say
Go on, ask anyways, you're
A sore loser with a plot to spin
A prom queen with a toothless grin, yeah

Wet palms get stuck in a bible
You′ve gotta learn to be careful
Wet palms get stuck in a bible
Gotta learn, gotta learn to be careful


Out on the other hand
This cancer′s in remission
But we can't win everything
New frames with the same old vision

I will, I think I might, I might, I think I must
Explain this
Lock this one up for good
I won′t but I know I should 'cause

Wet palms get stuck in a bible
You′ve gotta learn to be careful
Wet palms get stuck in a bible
Gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn, gotta learn

I don't think I know how much it means
How much it means to you

Wet palms get stuck in a bible
Wet palms get stuck in a bible
Wet palms get stuck in a bible
Wet palms get stuck in a bible