Circus - Passenger
Written by：Passenger

Sick of begging

Sick of trying to please

Sick of the struggle

Sick of your fake ID

If I ever feel your scent again

You're one fist to close

If I ever see your shadow again

You're going down the hard way

They call me the comedy clown

They feed me waste in the gutter

They call me teh comedy clown

I am waste in the gutter

Sick of begging

Sick of trying to please

Sick of the struggle

Sick of your fake ID

If I ever see you again

I'll be close to my grave

If I ever lie to you again

I'll be dirt

If I ever see you again

I'll be close to my grave

If I ever lie to you again

I'll be dirt

They call me the comedy clown

They feed me waste in the gutter

They call me teh comedy clown

I am waste in the gutter

They call me the comedy clown

They feed me waste in the gutter

They call me teh comedy clown

I am

They call me the comedy clown

They feed me waste in the gutter

They call me teh comedy clown

I am waste in the gutter