Clowns from CLOWNS by Big Fat Acrobat

I hear that the clowns
are making their rounds

You’re looking for love
Sweet love sweet love

Stop messing around with
With the likes of these clowns

It’s never enough
No no not enough

It’s love
It’s love without the pain and the promises

My heart’s not a deadly weapon
Not a weapon
Not a weapon

Not sure what it means
But I think you’ll agree
It just never came up

Running away
When they come, they will stay

Don’t tell me it’s free
And then charge me a fee
Too rich for my blood
It’s too much it’s too much

Don’t know what you see in these clowns
And not me
I’ve given enough

• Funk
• Rock
• dancefloor
• minimalist
• rock
• New York