There’s a rusting religion with a broken converter   Parse the good book’s words justifying hate and murder      In a government lockbox everything gets lost   Like old grease on a sprocket   We sent Jack up the Hill to fix it all   He tumbled down with gold lined pockets      It’s going down right now   What do we do now?      Send in the clowns, the clowns   Run into the ground   When you send in the clowns      Winner at all cost on a soapbox    He spoke in doubletalk and riddles   Sounds so good I was in a spell   But while the town was burning he played the fiddle      I had a dream that I would come back   And what was stolen by the state had been replaced   And we’d replant love where there was loss   Then send the grifters a coup de grace      It’s going down right now   What do we do now?      Send in the clowns, the clowns   Run into the ground   When you send in the clowns