A.c.t. - The Funniest Man Alive lyrics

I've tried to wash off my makeup, but it won't go away. I've thrown my wig into the fire hundreds of times, but it won't burn. It's just lying there, refusing to catch fire while the wood is cracking and glowing. I can no longer discern my face in my dreams. All I see is the white mask, the round red nose and the painted smile. I look at the clown in my dream. He laughs at me and says that he is me. Then he asks me to pull the wig. I do, but it won't come off. The more I tear the more he laughs. "See what I have become", he says, and gives me a sad facial expression. Then he points at his face. Tears are running down his cheeks, I lean forward and start licking them. When I feel that taste I close my eyes. His tears taste like alcohol. "Take it easy", he says and pushes me away. "If you continue it will be impossible to separate us". But he doesn't stop crying. His tears are just pouring down and messing up his makeup. I can't stop myself. I grab his neck and pull him towards me. Once again I start licking his cheeks, greedily drinking from him. I lick his face all the way up to his eyes. Inside my head I hear him laughing. "There you go", he says, and then he's gone. I turn around but it's all dark. "You see", he says inside my head. "Now we're one." They found him lying down in a corner They woke him up and helped him get dressed Nobody bothered, just part of the daily routine To get the worn-out clown a** on stage He fell and mumbled something unchhristian Got up and started doing his thing Children were laughing, the ringmaster rubbing his hands Regardless of the state he still was... The funniest man alive A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre For certain he is number one When he's not around They say he's just a tragic drunken clown he dropped his curly wig on the wet gra** He leaned against the fence and threw up He's breathing was heavy and mentally he was done Another day at the circus my friends He heard how they began to approach him He turned around and straightened his back He gave them his famous, infectious trademarked smile Half-hidden under messed up makeup The funniest man alive A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre For certain he is number one When he's not around They say he's just a tragic drunken clown "Hey, my little friend", he greeted a kid But the child took a step back and said to his mom: "Mom, I think there's something wrong with the clown" "Yes, there is, now let's go" Then he fell to the ground He sat down on the gra**, he was tired His bottle had been smashed in the fall But that was not why he was crying