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 threadbare Emperor’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 bunkers 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
Calling all agents of aberration
Misfits and left-outs in each state of creation
Line up, pratfall in random formation
And land a quarter hour in the joke rotation
We’ve been successfully loosing
Since the invention of questionable taste
We’re led by General Confusion
And cadets from outer space
The nose, knows, you’re either running or blowing
So keep those 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
No Mind Left Unblown
The studio debut from
Air Lift Underground-
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