Mr. Clown

God saved the Queen,

Killed the movement he started. 

Tried to explain that he,

wanted no part in it all.

He never saw it goin' down that way. 

and I've been talkin'.

Talking 'bout thinkin',

up some new ways 

to gather up all the pieces.

You know you're getting old,

when you don't know where your home should be. 

Call me Mr. Clown,

Shackled down by the masses.

Can't get the story straight,

when you don't know what the fact is.

Getting hard, getting late,

when you're out there on your own. 

It's the same old story,

being over and over told.