The newest clown
Cries an old type of tears
Watch them fallThere they lie
Crispy, ancient and they leak
FormaldehydeGoing
Going, I'm gone
Go away
GoingHis tears they sit
Crusty, rusted in a box
Inside a drawerGrandpa's news
Fragile words are yellowed through
Forever more
Going
Going, I'm gone
Go away
GoingSadder than sad
She's feeling bad
Monkey's the one who laughs lastHold me down
Cut me loose when nighttime falls
And lifts awayI'm a ball
Bouncing off of a brick wall
Into the dayI'm going
Going, I'm gone
Go away
Going, I'm gone
Gone
I am gone, I am gone
Go away
Going
