Cabaret Clown - Marc Almond

Drawing your curtains

And locking the door

TV dinner for one

You’re alone as before

Do you leave on the greasepaint

To cover the tears

Does it hold the illusion

Of your star lit years

Self parody and bathos

Deluded belief

Like the blackest of comedies

Ending in grief

Where was the pathos

And where was the man

Just a cabaret clown

In a Vaudeville sham

I’ll be seeing you round

Cabaret Clown

When there’s no one around

Where was the voice

That thrilled me to bits

Where were the show stoppers

Where were the hits

You hanged the arrangements

Performance so cruel

Where was my hero

There now stands a fool

And what the hell

Did you do to your face

Can’t you let in the grey

And grow old with grace

You’re a freak and a fraud

With contempt for your crowd

So beautifully bitter

So painfully proud

Too much blind pride

To admit when you’re wrong

Envious of others

You messed up your song

Yes I know the clown’s story

The clichés the same

With you smile on the outside

Inside you’re in pain

So behind the locked door

With your dinner for one

Do you forget the lyrics

To most of your songs

When I look at the pantomime

What do I see

Like a mirror of truth

Staring back I see…