Текст песни
(Verse 1)
A red balloon in the sewer grate,
You're running late, you've met your fate.
He's got a smile, a painted grin,
He wants to let the real fun in.
(Pre-Chorus)
You hear him laugh in pouring rain,
A sound that's close to pure insane.
(Chorus)
"Don't you find it... spooky?"
When the circus comes to town?
All the children... look so droopy,
When the painted clown comes 'round.
