And now the clown jumps off the ladder
A shallow pool but it doesn't matter
The way it goes, the way it goes
It's falling through barriers and hedgerows
Hollow man, hollow hand puppet
Where's the applause when you need it?
But these brought by summer songs and backflips
By hallowe'en things should be different
The mother lode, the mother lode
Hollow man, hollow hand puppet
I'm a clown, you don't want her to know me
The knife behind the curtain, your truth is ordinary
You can't see a way out of this one
He makes a joke but nobody listens
At least he does not know it
The last of all his courage
Press the button for a free ticket
Here he goes, hits the ground running
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