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