People’s Imperial Army of Clowns

The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those turned tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Commanding you to surrender your frown

Oh, you scruffy ruffians and rabble: rouse!
All those oddballs the square disavows
Oh ye of arched and angled brows
With a little more wit than the law allows

Grab your props and take to the streets
With your colored hair and floppy feet
We’re bringing the meta to meet the meat
As we march along to inaudible beats

So all you weirdos, freaks and geeks
Outlaws peek out from your hide and seek
We’re done biting tongues and turning cheeks
It’s time for the un-greased wheels to squeak

We’re saving the endangered rubber chicken
And goin’ straight for the funny bone
Exposing the Man behind the curtain
Until that naked Empire’s overthrown

The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those turned tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Commanding you to surrender your frown

We’ve got spies in Caesar’s Circuses
Infiltrating ranks of trained seals
Shining spotlights on Ringmaster walruses
Delivering their kings and cabbages spiel

We’re armed with loaded questions
Bayonets tipped with barbed rapier wit
We’re aiming flanks of satirical canons
At the tents of royal hypocrites

The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those turned tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Commanding you to surrender your frown

So calling all agents of aberration
Misfits and left-outs in each state of creation
Let’s all pratfall in circular formation
And land a quarter hour in the joke rotation

Now, we follow classic Marxist doctrine:
Power flows from a pie to the face
We’re led by General Confusion
And cadets from outer space

The nose, knows, to always keep blowing
Better have some red noses at hand
In case your face is somehow still showing
When that punchline eventually lands

The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those turned tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Commanding you to surrender your frown