The newest clown  He 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  And she's feeling bad  The 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  Going  Going I'm gone  Go away  Going  Gone  I am gone I am gone  Go away  Going  © 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI