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Jan 2014
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SOMEBODY HELP ME!

ThE VoicEs in mY head argUe back ANd ForTh
IT MaKes mE TirEd buT...
I cAn'T SleeP 'CaUse ThE CloWns Will EaT Me

ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns

IT's ThaT BiG ReD Nose That ScaRes mE Most
NO, It'S Those StUpid *** Floppy ShoeS ThaT
ScaRes ME MosT

ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns

nO Wait, It'S Those CreePy FlaT FeeT AnD GnaRly
ToenAils
Those NasTy Twisted ToEnailS InsiDe Those StUpid
*** Floppy ShoeS ThaT ScaRes ME MosT

IcK I'M gOnna bE SicK
ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns

And if yOu sQuEEzE that fRicKin' horn oNe more TimE
I'm gOnna craM it uP yOur CloWnie BRoWnie so ****
fAr yOur FarTs Will honk

**ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns
WARNER BAXTER
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WARNER BAXTER  Arizona
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