Sarek
Vuhlkansu Wihs
I'd say rest in peace Bergerac, but we all agree you should rot in hell you miserable cock sucker.
His makeup is dry and it's cracked on his chin
He was drowning his sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer’s whip doesn’t crack anymore
The lions they won’t fight and the tigers won’t roar
So let’s all drink to the death of a clown
I caved in his skull after he fell down
Won’t someone help me to break up his crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
The old bastard fellow lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs that clown anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
I caved in his skull after he fell down
So won’t someone help me to break up his crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Bergerac is nothing but maggot meat now.
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
His makeup is dry and it's cracked on his chin
He was drowning his sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer’s whip doesn’t crack anymore
The lions they won’t fight and the tigers won’t roar
So let’s all drink to the death of a clown
I caved in his skull after he fell down
Won’t someone help me to break up his crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
The old bastard fellow lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs that clown anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
I caved in his skull after he fell down
So won’t someone help me to break up his crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Bergerac is nothing but maggot meat now.
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
