gonna hang the Pierrot today
 gonna lock the jesters' slay-room
 make it all work and no play

 then make the white of this groom
 crimson the bloom and turn to gray
 can someone shove me back soon?

 summed-up friends, threw them away
 released in sad rhymes from this tune
 where do my hopes stand from that day

 and no play... me back soon... from that day

 comfort from my box or cheers from the crowd
 I need a detox from those silent shouts
 heaven or cell - the clown keeps the clouds
 my orphaned hell is only ups and downs

 returning I'm not yet gone
 my ragged world from their pain
 adds a water side to my sun

 now all warmth is down the drain
 the tourniquet can carry on
 and maybe I can breathe again

 the clown is back from Babylon
 his makeup running through his veins
 is this really where I come from?

 to my sun... breathe again... I come from

 all work and no play makes Jack a doll boy