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  1. King of clowns

From the recording South on East Street

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Lyrics

KING OF CLOWNS

Everybody lies
Or everybody tries
Everybody sits on top of the world
Then everybody dies

Anger in the street
The anger of defeat
There's a fire in the hole in the soul
Of everyone you meet

Shadow on the sky
There's a tear in every eye
There's a prayer on the lips of the faithless
From London to Shanghai

The congregation sing
The clown became the king
And the murdered jokes are spoken
Till nothing means a thing

Everybody lies
Or everybody tries
Everybody sits on top of the world
Then everybody dies