Hammered Clown

She threw the pie in my face She cut my unicycle brakes Although, they really never did exist She threw my wig in the dirt She made my clip-on flower squirt A teardrop into my white makeup eye But, when I get in the car With twenty of my peers I'm the one in charge Your ruckus disappears I can smell your bullshit through this plump, red nose I'm juggling three knives While balanced on my toes Grady was a foe of mine Pincers held his cup of wine He shot his son-in-law in drunken rage His wife and her blockhead son Hired a man with a gun To blow that lobster's brains onto the screen But, when I get in the car With twenty of my peers I'm the one in charge Your ruckus disappears I can smell your bullshit through this plump, red nose I'm juggling three knives While balanced on my toes