The Wytches - Crying Clown

I catch my breath finally
She keeps me calm and suddenly
I relapse on old tricks trying to make a new

In his car she finally
Tampers with her sexuality
Scratching at each other's minds till their 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

All 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

Overpriced analogies
Brittle man you 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 created for her own
Her perfect body
Her perfect body

And graveyard girl tapping her ribs like a xylophone
She created for her own
Her perfect body
She is perfectly
Lonely

Like a pendulum