Some are painted happy
Some are painted sad
All are in a frenzy
And the air is turning black
The big top's burning to the ground
And we all think it's an act
It's too late to save the clowns
But it's not too late to laugh
Their bodies formed a barricade
Six or seven high
We just couldn't look away
As they were torn from the inside
The big top's burning to the ground
But we paid to get in here
It's too late to save the clowns
But it's not too late to cheer
