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Can't seem to fit the mould No matter how I try Phasing the days out Barely existing while the others pass him by And then he thinks he's found direction In a lighter shade of blue There's no resurrection Just another voice telling him what to do If comedy's subjective It seems nobody out there shared his lessons You can't queue with the big boys Cuz your image has not yet received their blessing And they take their time while he waits and stands in line And the back street tales of crime don't leave us thinking What if you were one of the others? Just for a while No chance in life yet still They're told to just nod their heads and smile If you lived with what they did Would you be down? It's hard to know what's really going on Behind the face of a smiling clown Everyone's an article written SongtexteBy what's gone on before So does it really surprise yer When some fall short of the law? And he's taken all the beatings Unarmed and unmanned Two days since he's eaten Surely some can give this one a hand? Cuz he can hardly stand He said "Won't somebody help me? Cuz I just can't play this deadly game of poker" "None of these suits fit me So I guess it's up to me to play the joker" When the walls they fall And he's left to reap it all For the things he ain't been taught Maybe we should have thought What if you were one of the others? Just for a while No chance in life yet still They're told to just nod their heads and smile If you lived with what they did Would you be down? It's hard to know what's really going on Behind the face of a smiling clown Cuz life'll get you down Ooh ooh oooooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh oooooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh oooooooooh Wooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Wooooooooh ooooooooh Wooooooooh ooooooooh Woooooooh whoa Aus Songtexte Mania