Can't seem to fit the mould No matter how I try
Phasing the days out
Barely existing while the others pass him by
And then he thinks he's found direction
In a lighter shade of blue
There's no resurrection
Just another voice telling him what to do

If comedy's subjective
It seems nobody out there shared his lessons
You can't queue with the big boys
Cuz your image has not yet received their blessing


And they take their time while he waits and stands in line
And the back street tales of crime don't leave us thinking


What if you were one of the others?
Just for a while
No chance in life yet still
They're told to just nod their heads and smile
If you lived with what they did
Would you be down?
It's hard to know what's really going on
Behind the face of a smiling clown

Everyone's an article written
By what's gone on before
So does it really surprise yer
When some fall short of the law?
And he's taken all the beatings
Unarmed and unmanned

Two days since he's eaten
Surely some can give this one a hand?
Cuz he can hardly stand
He said
"Won't somebody help me?
Cuz I just can't play this deadly game of poker"
"None of these suits fit me
So I guess it's up to me to play the joker"


When the walls they fall
And he's left to reap it all
For the things he ain't been taught
Maybe we should have thought


What if you were one of the others?
Just for a while
No chance in life yet still
They're told to just nod their heads and smile
If you lived with what they did
Would you be down?
It's hard to know what's really going on
Behind the face of a smiling clown
Cuz life'll get you down

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