When you’re walking down the empty roadFeel like creeping,Crawling, cold and bareAnd you’re afraid of Mistery Scary-faceDon’t turn aroundSince you may find him thereA fire of hope has turned into smoke,The child to a manIt’s nothingBut grey painting your wayAnd no one could ever tell…Tell me why all the clowns have goneTell me where did they runJust when I close my eyesI can see them ariseFool tell me where did you goFool tell me why did you go away,All the clownsOn and on, tomorrow’s yesterdayNo more tears allowed,You’ll stand your painThe child inside will die for libertyHope you don’t mindThat they will nail a frameA spark of a ‘no’Rebellion and hopeThe fire of lifeI don’t mind if you blameDon’t feel ashamedStill I know them wellOh, all the clowns…