Benjy Davis Project - Clowns lyrics

Call up the band Friday night we'll be playing for a well-dressed man He's flying in from LA If he likes what he hears, we'll be moving our way But that didn't happen Did a little dance and he left, left me standing by I guess he came here looking for someone who could Park the little car that he must drive Chorus Giving it up! So tired of clowns, the circus is bound for the end of the road Giving it up! Get back in the van; let's pick up the stands and the microphones Giving it up! Who needs a soul, when you can sell it to the devil for his weight in gold? Giving it up! You'll never frown, paint a smile on your face, you're just a clown Walk back home Didn't make it through the door before the telephone rang He's talking a different tone That demo must have been shaped like a boomerang It flew back in, landed on the desk in the city where the pity is His hair's a little longer, his songs are getting stronger Can we try to do this again? Chorus So much money and so much money And now my train done jumped the track I've been hit pretty hard many times in my life But not as hard as I hit back Chorus