Argument

I've tried to wash off my makeup, but it won't go away

I've thrown my wig into the fire hundreds of times, but it won't burn

It's just lying there, refusing to catch fire while the wood is cracking and glowing

I can no longer discern my face in my dreams

All I see is the white mask, the round red nose and the painted smile

I look at the clown

In my dream

He laughs at me and says that he is me

Then he asks me to pull the wig

I do, but it won't come off

The more I tear the more he laughs

See what I have become, he says, and gives me a sad facial expression

Then he points at his face

Tears are running down his cheeks

I lean forward and start licking them

When I feel that taste I close my eyes

His tears taste like alcohol

Take it easy, he says and pushes me away

If you continue it will

Be impossible to separate us

But he doesn't stop crying

His tears are just pouring down and

Messing up his makeup

I can't stop myself. I grab his neck and pull

Him towards me

Once again I start licking his cheeks, greedily

Drinking from him

I lick his face all the way up to his eyes

Inside my head I hear him laughing

There you go, he says, and then he's gone

I turn around but it's all dark

You see, he says inside my head

Now we're one

They found him lying down in a corner

They woke him up and helped him get dressed

Nobody bothered, just part of the daily routine

To get the worn-out clown ass on stage

He fell and mumbled something unchristian

Got up and started doing his thing

Children were laughing, the ringmaster rubbing his hands

Regardless of the state he still was

The funniest man alive

A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre

For certain he is number one

When he's not around

They say he's just a tragic drunken clown

He dropped his curly wig on the wet grass

He leaned against the fence and threw up

He's breathing was heavy and mentally he was done

Another day at the circus my friends

He heard how they began to approach him

He turned around and straightened his back

He gave them his famous, infectious trademarked smile

Half-hidden under messed up makeup

The funniest man alive

A genius lunatic, charmingly mad and bizarre

For certain he is number one

When he's not around

They say he's just a tragic drunken clown

Hey, my little friend, he greeted a kid

But the child took a step back and said to his mom

Mom, I think there's something wrong with the clown

Yes, there is, now let's go

Then he fell to the ground

He sat down on the grass, he was tired

His bottle had been smashed in the fall

But that was not why he was crying