The Beighley Grange - Clowns Lyrics

And the clowns of Whitehall joke
They're never given enough rope
But we're somehow keeping things afloat
And that's more than they can say
You have to listen to his lies, as he buttons up his fly
Checks the knot in his old school tie that's much tighter than his promises

Clowns go marching on

She's her Daddy's pride and joy, and she can't go play with the boys
Because in this town he's a big noise
And you're never given choices
So now you listen to her lies, as she's unbuttoning your fly
But she can't look you in the eye, her grip's much tighter than her promises

And the Clowns go marching on

After kicking in your door, they left you lying on the bedroom floor
Told you things you'd best not ignore
If you know what's good for you
From now on there'll be no more lies as the hood covering your eyes
Finally makes you realise, it's much tighter than your promises

And the Clowns go marching on

So he goes down in a blaze, he recalls his childhood days
With his uniform, badge and song
His beloved Alma Mater
But we still believe his lies, now it's time we all grew wise
And the pain makes him screw up his eyes
Much tighter than his promises

And the Clowns go marching on