Small towns often fail to contain the
Biggest of problems
Witch stakes are rarely bespoke so
Just remember
Watch what you stoke and whose rep's at stake
And listen when I say
Burnt bitches belong in ditches
And you sure are burnt to me
But no one listens
To the wet pain sign on the door of the house that
Everyone from town swears is haunted
Everyone sleeps on
The red flags soaking up the smoke from the chimney
Till that shit turns pitch black
Welcome to Clown Town
Where fake friendships are born and faces are drawn
Some sons of bitches should need a license to walk 'round here
To talk 'round here
Some sons of bitches should be required to think 'round here
To question what they hear
But till that day I won't shed no tears
Won't spend my morning walks in fear
'Cause no one listens
To the wet pain sign on the door of the house that
Everyone from town swears is haunted
Everyone sleeps on
The red flags soaking up the smoke from the chimney
Till that shit turns pitch black
Welcome to clown town
Welcome to clown town
Don't let that bitch ruin your day
You could join Jaco in Teen Town
Or Joe in Dean Town
Or be the Mayor of Lonely Town
Or you could Fokof to Tiny Town
But if you stay in Clown Town
You best
Stay the fuck
Outta my way
