Here today, gone tomorrow   Don't need my self remembered   But what I help create and leave behind   Is important to me      To dent the comfortably numb   With my constructive satire   Make my life one big prank   On a society I hate      All that we are when we're on a stage   Is Vaudeville jester for a day   As an old proverb says   "If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king"      My license to make fun of everyone   Comes from knowing the biggest joke of all   Read a heaadline the other day   "Clown dies from a pie in the face"      Can't be on stage all the time   The public image could swallow my life   Living up to your own myth's no fun   Drives our best talents nuts      Bozo skeleton!   Bozo skeleton!   Bozo skeleton!   Where can I go to be me?      Washington Stepford wives   Think we'd be Stepford children   If they could do away   With the music we love the most      Lyrics warp your children's minds   Just a minute now, that's our job!   Your worst enemy's your own kids   Don't talk with them, buy our lies instead      Don't wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the blues   Got a right to sing my way too   Gagging those who tell it like it is   Won't make the problems go way      C'mon get the skeletons out of the closet   We're all clowns in one form or another   If we weren't hung up minding people's private lives   We might not be so afraid of ourselves   All kinds of drugs get fed into our heads   Who are you to legislate what's best   Never heard my music or read all the words   Is it my heart they want to ban?      CHORUS