Forcing me upon monkey suits and contriving me to entertain
I try to say so otherwise but my complaints are all in vain
They shoot guns at my feet, to make me do a silly dance
Threaten me with scarlet tomatoes to ensure absolutely no defiance
Dignity for decadence, ego for fifteen minutes of fame
A couple tastes of crystal sugar for a supply of lifetime shame
Masks upon masks plastered crudely, thick makeup to hide my frown
Am I still a human being or just another rundown clown?
They say to take one for the team, they tell me I’m unfair
When they’re the one making me dangle my nobility on a strand of hair
I wish no more, this life of jests and pie and mockery thrown to my face
Next time you catch me, I’ll be walking slowly towards the end of my life race.