A life is swinging in the breeze
My feet don't touch the ground
I got everyone pushing me
The grease paint draws the clowns

In a rainbow looking at the blues
Life is thin and souls show through
Springer’s surfing in the gene pool
IQ’s drop and the sponsor drools

Conscience wax and morals wane
Why not face the wind and ride
Faster than rust, rot, and pain
Taking the life before it dies

Absurd and vulgar petty rules
The frail and useless social tools
Don’t be desperate or ask for much
Life’s to feel, but not to touch

Sing the sails are full with wind
And maybe that will make it so
Turning up the music to pretend
We’re doing fine don’t you know

40-carat fools will point the way
And tell me other things to say
So little grease paint and so many clowns
Life’s a swing and my feet don’t touch ground

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