What raw desire often signifies
Sit at the table by your mother's side
And the clown lays on the ground
And from a talk type show, the liberal thinks
Rotting bodies wrapped in black cowhide
And I'll know, and you'll know
A monumental occasion that only happens once
Do not cower as Jerry Clower
And from a wading pool, a Christian drinks
And the hour like a shower
Like awakening from a dreamer's dream
A bombastic vision, theatrical response
And the clown lays on the ground
Its time to pick a dish, time to decide
There are many here who haven't seen the things I haven't I've seen
That you'll roll down the hole
I have found, you're out of town
