There goes the call As the dreams hit the wall Like an old circus gag while the old lady's bag is stolen by the street gang who thinks its a bang they're havin a laff Aren't they just daft The single mother cries As her baby son dies Like an old circus gag Why its in the bag The business man works Asking where are the perks A unicycle ride Nowhere to hide Its like a cream pie Right in the eye To some its just Great While the rest live in hate Baggy pants and Big shoes What have they got to loes So who are the Clowns? And why all the frowns?Birth sign: Leo
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