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