Intro :
S he ll fix you with an i ron cross
A nd cover you up with p etals
A nd hang you up with some a mber beads
A nd four or five precious m etals
A nd in that black flam ingo chair
Y ou ll sit among her t rophies
A nd pray to be a bandoned
T ill you don t know what h ope is
B ut there s one t hing that I h ad to keep ins ide
B ecause I was s haking
Why d on t you get some p ride
There was a c lown strike
A nd the clowns threw down their tools
But you d on t have to play so hard
A nd I m nobody s fool
You don t h ave to go so f ar
Cause I lo ve y ou as you a re
The b ig top is des erted now
And the c ircus girl r ehearses
S he knows how to t urn their heads
And n ot fall between two horses
But a ll that seems a s imple step
I f only I were a ble
To l ove you like I w ant to do
And n ot by some times t able
B ut there s one t hing that I h ad to keep ins ide
B ecause I was s haking
Why d on t you get some p ride
There was a c lown strike
A nd the clowns threw down their tools
But you d on t have to play so hard
A nd I m nobody s fool
You don t h ave to go so f ar
Cause I lo ve y ou as you a re
And it s p andemonium
For the h umble and the m ighty
You don t h ave to t umbl e fo r me
E ven a clown knows when to s trike
T ell me what you w ant of me
Or are you t errified of f ailure?
Y ou put on a superst itious face
B ehind all this paraphern alia
W e re not living in a m asquerade
Where y ou only have three w ishes
I t isn't e asy to see
In a l ifetime of mistaken k isses
B ut there s one t hing that I h ad to keep ins ide
B ecause I was s haking
Why d on t you get some p ride
There was a c lown strike
A nd the clowns threw down their tools
But you d on t have to play so hard
A nd I m nobody s fool
You don t h ave to go so f ar
Cause I lo ve y ou as you a re
In this it s p andemonium
For the h umble and the m ighty
You don t h ave to t umbl e fo r me
E ven a clown knows when to s trike
