Class Clowns - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

The city's empty and the streets are wet

In the twilight I can see my trembling breath

Two blocks away a man just thought about death

And he’s laughing at the top of his lungs

The clubs are quiet and the churches closed

My dreams and reason are properly opposed

Like the petal, stem and thorn of the rose

And fact versus fiction

Class clowns they never give it up

Mess around with all this stupid stuff

Class clowns they never get enough

Billboards and cemeteriеs and shopping marrs

Wait for the corpses in their company cars

Christ, if I should еver sink that far

Promise me you'll kill me

But class clowns they never give it up

Mess around with all that stupid stuff Class clowns they never get enough

Now my TV dials are spinning like wheels

One more obligatory late night deal

The smile spreads easy like a whore in high heels

And even he knows it ain't working-

The class clowns they never give it up

Mess around with all that stupid stuff

Class clowns they never get It