PT Grimm The Dead Puppies - Clown Dirge Lyrics

Shimmer to hide the maim, a “shame? to defame,

cast the blame and reclaim the excellence of confidence

through violence so let’s commence.



Amid the invalid, I forbid, you overdid so I have to rid

the flowerbed of your inbred, overfed, shithead.



Fate is the strangest commodity I’ve ever seen.

A strange commodity indeed.

Awaking suddenly with mischief in mind.

In shock of curtain dreams of leperkind.

I strike the concubine in search of the call.

Almost autistic he invades my stall.



Deformed? I disagree, no colony.

Laugh as you die of irony.

There’s no romance, disgust the advance.

The hopes of strange sex will entrance.

As you notice.



Strangely able, you mark the sleep with a seal.

You feel these people cannot be real.

There’s no escape, You want to gape,

I’m forced to rape. You’re not awake.

Fulfill confusion with destiny. You see? There is no genuine me.

I am a fraud, I am a fake, who gives a f*ck? You’re not awake.



Fate is the strangest commodity I’ve ever seen.

A strange commodity indeed.

Awaking suddenly with mischief in mind.

In shock of curtain dreams of leperkind.

I strike the concubine in search of the call.

Almost autistic he invades my stall.



Deformed? I disagree, no colony.

Laugh as you die of irony.

There’s no romance, disgust the advance.

The hopes of strange sex will entrance.

As you notice.



Dropped my phones in the toilet.

Threw my clocks out the window.

Threw my TVs through my mirrors.

Killed my family just because.

Burned my house down while I was inside.

Called the cops up to tell them they’re fat.

Went to sleep feeling supreme.

Woke up fine, it was just a dream.



Robbing the clown of his smile.

I claim to be a pedophile.

So pray to me I am your friend.

I always have an ear to lend.



Awaking suddenly with mischief in mind.

In shock of curtain dreams of leperkind.

I strike the concubine in search of the call.

Almost autistic he invades my stall.



Deformed? I disagree, no colony.

Laugh as you die of irony.

There’s no romance, disgust the advance.

The hopes of strange sex will entrance.

As you notice.