Scotch In The Clown Lyrics

They say the staples. They can't hold a kid together. They say the staples they can't hold a kid together. There's quiet on his clothes. With scotch in the clown now and hypochondria caught in the rudders. There's no action and it shows. It's just resistance. It's a funny kind of fall. It's just resistance. The roll-backward slide down a glass wall. If only they were all such walls. He wishes he could see a little clearer. There's scotch in the clown now and silence from the rudders. It's just resistance. A funny kind of fall and still with interest. Let's the roll-back slide down a glass wall. If only they were such walls. It's a funny kind of fall.

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