Prince Of Clowns

From the sign of the dollar-filled skies

I descended predicted by fire

Greedy prophet with halo of flies

I'm my own revelation's desire

Just behold, I have blood on my wings

Countless monkeys, they ride on my backside

You may call me the king of all kings

Building turmoil and chaos

For mankind

On my throne in the palace I revel

Like a jester with playground divine

While rewriting the part of the devil

Where the gospel of fake news is mine

The prince of clowns

Black curtains fall

No saint will cleanse my ego heart

I'm tearing down

To watch it fall

A gambler blowing on your cards

People's rage fed to them through their barless cage

On dead end street

As they're treading on themselves

Piles made of zombies, kicked in the teeth

The prince of clowns

Such tragic show

When suntanned circus comes to town

Just watch me frown

I laugh, you know

I am the prince, you are the clown