Therapy? Clowns Galore song lyrics

Morning is yawning and out comes the sun

With no choice but to light nothing new

Opening eyes as the radio sighs

Three chords and any old lies

On to the sheets and maybe the streets

I imagine as vibrant and shrill

A comedy troupe of molecular soup

Atoms chiming in time and in tune

Give us circus and bread

It keeps us happy

But what do we do, now we are happy?

Gorging on everything all of the time

Passing it on to the brood

Fattening kids for the future ahead

In case we run out of food

The audience roar and move in for the kill

A spectacle threatening to spill

They want it right now, but they want it low fat

Expectancy drips down their chins

Give us circus and bread

It keeps us happy

But what do we do, now we are happy?