The newest clown   Cries an old type of tears   Watch them fall   There they lie   Crispy, ancient and they leak   Formaldahyde      Going   Going I'm gone   Go away   Going      His tears they sit   Crusty, rusted in a box   Inside a drawer   Grandpa's news   Fragile words are yellowed through   Forever more      Going   Going I'm gone   Go away   Going      Sadder than sad   She's feeling bad   Monkey's the one who laughs last      Hold me down   Cut me loose when   Nighttime falls   And lifts away   I'm a ball   Bouncing off of a brick wall   Into the day      I'm Going   Going I'm gone   Go away   Going I'm gone      Gone   I am gone I am gone   Go away   Going