Bozo Skeleton Lyrics - The Last Temptation Of Reid - Lard

(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra) 

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 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 I'm the biggest joke of all 

Read a headline 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 away 

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 peoples' 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 

Bozo skeleton 

Bozo skeleton 

Bozo skeleton 

Where can I go to be me?