The Clown Prince

Little clown prince, you thief of frowns,

saddest face, most open heart of all the clowns

Your graceful wife, your weightless jest

condems to shadows all the rest

Oh wooden saint, oh wondrous boy, so strange and so sweet,

the marque lights slip beneath your feet

How high and well you waltz and dip!

Nimble step upon the wire, hand on dandy hip

With crimson sash and pride unfuried

You float above this stinking world

You part our seas, you fill our cup

We laugh and cry untill we cry "Enough!"

You feign to fall and women tug their hair

They gasp in fear as you skip across the air

Let them weep, let them burn for you

Where were they when they could have learned from you?

Let them weep, let them burn for you

Where were they?

Little clown prince, you thief of frowns

Same dawn table every night, you knock them down

Friday night spreads out against the sky

Men and women drinking take-home pay

Fluorescent lights, a dab of powder, a splash of grease paint

The trash floats in, the scum floats out

They sweep under the bar what they can't kick out

This land of tears, such a secret place

This land of tears, such a secret place

Only a dollar for the prince of clowns, only a dollar

and he'll steal your frowns, only a dollar for his tinsel crown

Only a dollar for the prince of clowns

"No Llores mi nino

lagrimas, lagrimas en secretos ocultos"