Marc Almond - Cabaret Clown lyrics
[Marc Almond - Cabaret Clown lyrics]
Drawing your curtains and locking the door
TV dinner for one you're alone as before
Do you leave on the greasepaint
To cover the tears does it hold the illusion
Of your star lit years
Self parody and bathos deluded belief
Like the blackest of comedies
Ending in grief where was the pathos
And where was the man just a cabaret clown
In a Vaudeville sham
I'll be seeing you round cabaret Clown
When there's no one around
Where was the voice
That thrilled me to bit's
Where were the show stoppers
Where were the hit's
You hanged the arrangements
Performance so cruel where was my hero
There now stands a fool
And what the hell did you do to your face
Can't you let in the grey
And grow old with grace
You're a freak and a fraud
With contempt for your crowd
So beautifully bitter so painfully proud
Too much blind pride
To admit when you're wrong envious of others
You messed up your song
Yes I know the clown's story
The clichés the same
With you smile on the outside
Inside you're in pain
So behind the locked door
With your dinner for one
Do you forget the lyrics
To most of your songs
When I look at the pantomime what do I see
Like a mirror of truth staring back I see
TV dinner for one you're alone as before
Do you leave on the greasepaint
To cover the tears does it hold the illusion
Of your star lit years
Self parody and bathos deluded belief
Like the blackest of comedies
Ending in grief where was the pathos
And where was the man just a cabaret clown
In a Vaudeville sham
I'll be seeing you round cabaret Clown
When there's no one around
Where was the voice
That thrilled me to bit's
Where were the show stoppers
Where were the hit's
You hanged the arrangements
Performance so cruel where was my hero
There now stands a fool
And what the hell did you do to your face
Can't you let in the grey
And grow old with grace
You're a freak and a fraud
With contempt for your crowd
So beautifully bitter so painfully proud
Too much blind pride
To admit when you're wrong envious of others
You messed up your song
Yes I know the clown's story
The clichés the same
With you smile on the outside
Inside you're in pain
So behind the locked door
With your dinner for one
Do you forget the lyrics
To most of your songs
When I look at the pantomime what do I see
Like a mirror of truth staring back I see