chorus:
Need a gun to shoot my mirror
a gun to shoot this lyin’ glass
need a gun to shoot my mirror
hate that face each time I pass.
verse #1
Every morning, night’s been heavy
down the stairway, stumblin’ down
head hurts, feet hurts, feelin’ dizzy
passing by this ugly clown.
That reflection in the mirror
passing by this ugly clown
lookes like me but absolutely
no old clown is coming down.
verse #2
Windows of the shops I’m passing
there’s conspiracy all over town
in reflections of those windows
there he is, that creepy clown.
I can run or I can shuffle
every time I give a glimpse
looks like me but absolutely
no old clown is coming down.
bridge
Who’s the clown, who’s the shadow
who’s that faker in the glass
day by day his smile gets bigger
who’s that faker in the glass.
verse #3
Last night as my glass was empty
left for an alley in upper town
there it glimpsed a shiny pistol
a pistol shiny as a crown.
As my fingers touched this pistol
out of the shadows comes the clown
shoot ! he says and there is laughter
one old clown is going down.
(c) Geurt Franzen/2013