Wes Farrell - The Clown Died in Marvin Gardens lyrics

Through the dust on the panes of my window I watch a street show in the rain The rusted spokes and the charcoal cloaks The funeral below Over puddles, streets of asphalt The cortege treads slowly by A design that once graced the black Before the rain fall dissolved it of all the dye Guessing expressingless faces That faces the streets of monotony gain Beggars underbidding for park place The community chest is profane By the tracks of the B&O railroad There is erected a wooden hotel I look at the bank I'm belated to tell The director is doing so well Then the ground dried and hardened After the clown died in Marvin Garden The tragical mask of the comic Has dissolved in the chronic frame The circus enacting its final act As I stare past the dust on the pane I scrape off the dust with my shirt sleeve And watch the pallbearers dressing in black The hotel has been recently purchased By a lion trainer that's gone mad