On With The Show
What did you scream into your telephone?
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a shit stain slave with a grind of my own. I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo. Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m frying on the outside and frozen in the center. Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m telling you to watch out for my temper. Cuz you wonâ"š¬â"ž¢t like me when Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m angry. Youâ"š¬â"ž¢ll see banners everywhere. The street where Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m from in the town where I live is now barely even there.
I havenâ"š¬â"ž¢t had fun in what seems like years. I had a thumbs up for you, but it was caught in the gears. These tears are just onion eyes this heart is just broken. This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking.
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m a clown, Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m just here to entertain. Tear me up and stuff me down the drain.