“Is he really going away this time?”
“Well, there he is, let’s ask him”
“Boris, is that Carrie’s ring you’re wearing?”
“Mmm-hmm”
“Gee, it must be great riding with her”
“Is she picking you up after school today?”
“Mmm-mmm”
“By the way, where did you meet her?”

He stood there in front of the door
He turned around and smiled at them
You get the picture
“Yes, we see”
They really adored him, the media pack

The man just simply has no shame (shame, shame)
He just refuses to take the blame
(Them’s the breaks)
It’s getting more absurd
Blame it on the herd
We’ll never believe him
Just leave and don’t look back

He felt so hopeless what could he do
(Boooo, boooo)
Just let the bodies pile high, what’s new?
(200,000 dead and still he keeps on lying)
And now he wants a final bash
So he can go on the lash
That’s why he’s still there
Just leave and don’t look back

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Look out, look out, look out

He’s so bloody hopeless, what can he do?
Remembering all the things we’ve been through
The press, they all stopped and stared
He just didn’t fucking care
We’ll never believe him
Just leave and don’t look back

Ooh-ooh-ooh (gone, gone-gone-gone-gone-gone)
The media pack, they’ll just move on (gone, gone-gone-gone-gone-gone)
The media pack, they’ll just move on (gone, gone-gone-gone-gone-gone)
The media pack, they’ll just move on (gone, gone-gone-gone-gone-gone)

 

from the album The Clown Is Dead

See also:

https://www.dailyreckless.com/2022/07/07/the-clown-is-dead/