Gonna hang the Pierrot today Gonna lock the jesters' slay-room Make it all work and no play Then make the white of this groom Crimson the bloom and turn to gray Can someone shove me back soon? Summed-up friends, threw them away Released in sad rhymes from this tune Where do my hopes stand from that day And no play... me back soon... from that day [Chorus:] Comfort from my box or cheers from the crowd I need a detox from those silent shouts Heaven or cell - the clown keeps the clouds My orphaned hell is only ups and downs Returning I'm not yet gone My ragged world from their pain Adds a water side to my sun Now all warmth is down the drain The tourniquet can carry on And maybe I can breathe again The clown is back from Babylon His makeup running through his veins Is this really where I come from? To my sun... breathe again... I come from [Chorus] All work and no play makes Jack a doll boy