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I work for the circus on the south side of this town.
I'm the down clown with a smile painted over my frown.
And like some rag doll that you found in the trash,
you all kicked me around to get a laugh.
chorus:
I am Pinocchio obsessed with the length of my nose.
Tangled up in strings,
I been whittled down to my weary bones,
whittled down to my wooden bones.
I am Pinocchio
obsessed with all the lies that I have told,
cross-eyed.
Oh, look how my nose has grown.
Look how my nose has grown.
This suit of clothes that you've woven me
is much too stiff, too starched, can't seem to bend my knees.
There's knots tied at the end of my sleeves.
This costume doesn't fit naturally.
And this script you put into my hands
is filled with words I refuse to speak.
The longer words I don't understand
and the general tone reeks of hypocricy.
chorus:
I've been a puppit jerked around on strings,
been a tin soldier used to fight your heavy metal war,
been wired up to your remote control.
I performed every chore that you chose.
The roses are bleeding. The violets are bruised.
This is the bouquet I now send to you.
One plus one is two, two plus two is four they say.
better open up your door, time to settle accounts,
you're the one that's gotta pay.
Hickory-dickory dock, this mouse ran up your clock,
jammed up the works now your time is up.
And three blind mice, see how we run,
better put down your butcher knife
'cause one of us might have a gun.
chorus:
I work for the circus on the south side of this town.
I'm the down clown with a smile painted over my frown.
And like some rag doll that you found in the trash,
you all kicked me around to get a laugh.
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