Sick of begging
Sick of trying to please
Sick of the struggle
Sick of your fake id
If I ever feel your scent again
Youre one fist to close
If I ever see your shadow again
Youre going down the hard way
They call me the comedy clown
They feed me waste in the gutter
They call me the comedy clown
I am waste in the gutter
If I ever see you again
I'll be close to my grave
If I ever lie to you again
I'll be dirt
Sick of trying to please
Sick of the struggle
Sick of your fake id
Youre one fist to close
Youre going down the hard way
They call me the comedy clown
They feed me waste in the gutter
They call me the comedy clown
I am waste in the gutter
I'll be close to my grave
If I ever lie to you again
I'll be dirt
Great Song. Not sure what it means.
i think its about somebody serving as a circus to others, like a clown. they like his comedy, but they dont respect him, and at the end he feels like 'waste in the gutter' himself. but now he is sick and tired...