Thom Yorke - The Mother Lode lyrics

And now the clown jumps off the ladder A shallow pool but it doesn't matter The way it goes The way it goes It's falling through barriers and hedgerows Hollow man, hollow hand puppet Where's the applause when you need it? But these brought by summer songs and backflips By hallowe'en things should be different The mother lode, the mother lode Hollow man, hollow hand puppet I'm a clown you don't want her to know me The knife behind the curtain Your truth is ordinary You can't see a way out of this one He makes a joke but nobody listens At least he does not know it The last of all his courage Press the bu*ton for a free ticket Here he goes, hits the ground running