The happy mask, the happy face
The only one with love and grace
The lonely heart, that empty place
Still had no room for sour distaste
To put up an act they asked of him
To delve in hate and partake in sin
'If you don't dance to our squalid tune;
darkness looms, there's danger soon.'
His soul was pure and spotless clean
He'd never go where they had been
But he couldn't lose, he couldn't win
He was giving up, he was giving in
The curtains then came crashing down
The forewarned pitch dark all around
Those cruel cads, those savage hounds
Ended the broken story of the broken clown
Abrupt ending, I know.