The Wytches - Crying Clown

I catch my breath finally
She keeps me calm and suddenly,
A relapse on old tricks tryina make a new
In his car she finally
Tampers with her sexuality
Scratching at each other's minds till they're in the nude

As for me, my loyalty
Is only sold illegally

To the pantomime crying clown
Cry for me whilst upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately bloody mouth
And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum


For the static rustling
Plug me in the record spins
and treat me like I wasn't someone that you knew
Annabelle she reads my dreams
Surrounding me in casualties,
but I don't get mad cause I know it's what you do

Over-priced phonologies
Brittle man he dress like me

Like the pantomime crying clown
Cry for me whilst upside down
Salivating, bloody mouth
Or passionately bloody mouth

And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum
She creates it
For her own
Her perfect body
Her perfect body
Her perfect body

And graveyard girls swinging a bag like a pendulum
She creates it
For her own
Her perfect body
She's perfectly
Lonely

Like a pendulum