There's a rusting religion with a broken converter Parse the good book's words justifying hate and murder In a government lockbox everything gets lost Like old grease on a sprocket We sent Jack up the Hill to fix it all He tumbled down with gold lined pockets It's going down right now What do we do now? Send in the clowns, the clowns Run into the ground When you send in the clowns Winner at all cost on a soapbox
He spoke in doubletalk and riddles Sounds so good I was in a spell But while the town was burning he played the fiddle I had a dream that I would come back And what was stolen by the state had been replaced And we'd replant love where there was loss Then send the grifters a coup de grace It's going down right now What do we do now? Send in the clowns, the clowns Run into the ground When you send in the clowns