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Billy Simons Jr.
Billy Simons Jr.
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Nicholas Simons, Jr.
William Nicholas Simons, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Billy Simons Jr.
Billy Simons Jr.
Recording Engineer

Texty

Climb into the clown car / Let's all go for a ride
Let's see how many spectacles / We can fit inside
Slip into those big red shoes / And honk that orange nose
Climb into the clown car / Let's see how fast she goes
There's a self-proclaimed strongman in the front seat
Says he can tear a phonebook clean in half
He’s flexing all for show cause he don’t want us all to know
He can’t bend steel with his hands but he can surely bend the facts
There’s a man juggling flames riding shotgun
Bragging he’s the best at handling fire
But his hands and face are burned so I sure can’t take his word
And I’m certain he can’t even change a tire
Climb into the clown car / Let's all go for a ride
Let's see how many spectacles / We can fit inside
Slip into those big red shoes / And honk that orange nose
Climb into the clown car that’s going off the road
There’s a pair of conjoined twins in the backseat
But the clowns insist we call them Siamese
And the opinions that they hold will change depending on the road
And depending on the weather and the rising of the seas
There’s a tightrope walker standing on the console
He’s managing the clown car balance sheet
And every word and breath is a death defying step
That’s keeping us on the edge of our seat
Climb into the clown car / Let's all go for a ride
Let's see how many spectacles / We can fit inside
Slip into those big red shoes / And honk that orange nose
Climb into the clown car just waiting to explode
We got bells and whistles and ballistic missiles
And they’ve filled the tank with sugar cubes and rage
There are chimps on tambourines taking methamphetamines
And the map they’ve got is upside down and the names have all been changed
They’ve got honking horns so everybody’s watching
Flashing lights that change from red to green
Driving in and out of ditches, popping tires and flipping switches
It’s the biggest bunch of clowns you've ever seen
Climb into the clown car
Let’s all go for a ride
They took away the safety belts
The cost was much too high
Step into those big red shoes and get your make up right
Climb into the clown car, hooray we’re gonna die
Written by: William Nicholas Simons, Jr.
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