Oh I butchered a clown from the sternum on down
And I hollowed him out nice and roomy
The circus it's said doesn't want their clowns dead
But this one pissed me off and so sue me
When fifty clowns more in the little clown car
Piled out onto the stage acting silly
It seemed like good fun to un-holster my gun
And then mow them all down willy-nilly

White paint on their face helps to focus the chase
'Cause the targets stand out when you're gunnin'
And the stupid red nose and huge boots on their toes
Cannot help them escape when they're runnin'
Clowns are the source of all evil of course
And you're right when you just want to end 'em
So fewer remain with each slug to the brain
For that candy cane hell where you send 'em

With the bozos dispatched, then the acrobats
With their wife-beater shirts and trapezes
Were targets so sweet it was like shootin' skeet
As I sent them all skyward to Jesus
Then the tumblers all died as I tracked side to side
Like I do when I'm first person gaming
And then later that day came the Cirque du Soleil
It was childs-play to set them all flaming

And the wild angry shouts from the roustabouts
Only made my mood turn extra sour
And the ringmaster too was reduced to a goo
That the lions were glad to devour
And that hopeless dim dope who was walking the rope
Took a tumble with no intervention
And as he hit the floor the whole crowd gave a roar
With applause too disturbing to mention

With each holler and shout with the crowd filing out
I could tell that their spirits were soaring
And each woman and man said that they were big fans
'Cause I made the whole circus less boring
Oh I butchered a clown from the sternum on down
And I hollowed him out nice and roomy
The circus it's said doesn't want their clowns dead
But this one pissed me off and so sue me