put your hands together
we're gonna make or break it better
like you've never seen or heard
what the newspaper read
in the funnies and the horoscopes
we watch the lead go boom
over head there's a fire in the sky
makin' mushroom clouds
out of all the bad guys
with the good guys
in the wrong place, wrong time
'cause someone got burned
somewhere down the line
and we didn't know what to do
about love and war and truth
but we tuned our ears to you
hey mister clown shoes
I've got some bad news
your daddy's dead
in case you didn't know that yet
hey mister clown shoes
I've got some bad news
your daddy's dead
but you still hear him in your head
so keep standin' on your knees
with your pretty, pretty please
don't sneeze or they'll have your head
they'll make something out of nothing
until you're in the red light districts
stoned in a blind strip-tease
pushing policies of peace
for the best and the least
with the beast on call
always trying to make you fall
it's a sad, sad thing
to see a good man crawl
and we didn't know what to do
about love and war and truth
but we turned our eyes to you
hey mister clown shoes
I've got some bad news
your daddy's dead
in case you didn't know that yet
hey mister clown shoes
I've got some bad news
your daddy's dead
but you still hear him
talking in your head
and we're bleeding on the voice
our choice to show the world
that we've got our shit together
even though we make lots of noise
while we scramble to the finish
with our sloppy joe's and guinness
like a guy who's sad 'cause
all he has is dirt to fill his soap dish
hey mister clown shoes
I've got some bad news