Their senses enraged by the ecstatic clown fiend

Fire eyes shooting stars towards the atomic boom of smoke

The end of everything may be tonight

And everybody thinks that it's a joke

Happy married men walk from afar

Driving their car into the bar

While the chainsmokin' ladies just look and return to taping ash

It's stranger than

Smoking hash with your eyes naked to the clothes

No one's opposed that the corruption would unfold

And breathing in [?] are still stoked from the gold

Thеir senses enragеd by the ecstatic clown fiend

Fire eyes shooting stars towards the atomic boom of smoke

The end of everything may be tonight

And everybody thinks that it's a joke