Bozo

I see you all,
blatting and yelling and tweeting the hell
that's coming out those fingers
You all are waiting for us to make us fall
When I walk on thin ice
I see them cry but also watch 'em linger
ghoulish holding up,
Staying put for their carrion
We'll carry on cause none of you, damned vermins
will stop us with a lock
We're here to say the things you wanna hear
but also all the stuff that makes you hiss, lil' pussycat
Oh, damn! Did I hurt you? It wasn't my intention!
This tension can be split with a katana
I meant to put you all against the wall
And maybe court your ass with a banana
I didn't really mean to make you mad
I guess you already were before I spat out all this bile
You really take my words as if they were a bloody sermon
I'm just another nutcase babbling on a microphone

Mobs are virtually lynching their neighbours
Puking bile, they all love that flavour
Do they hate them all
Or are they bloody trolls?
Letters are joining just to write a message for you
But they're not necessarily true,
Judges judging jerks for junk words
Who's the moron, who's the bozo?

Just wait a minute, really have got something to say?
Are you mad at me or did you have a bad day?
There are other ways
to release the stress, I ain't need a mess
maybe we can get on well, (maybe I guess)
Words are spells to release the magic of communication
Don't you leave a place for frustration
Don't let your feelings get you blind
Or might we truly need to rewind
Think about it twice
Then drop the dice
Are gonna be a bozo
You can be wise
It ain't such an effort
Know you can be clever
You don't have to sacrifice yourself to be nice
We really need a world
where the words are just for speaking
We can use the words to try to get on well
I can never tell when I'm gonna see you trippin'
Taking 'em too seriously is dangerous as hell

A dozen bozos burble what makes the difference?
Get that resilience
Aw...
A talk show with no audience what is the difference?
Y'all bunch of idiots
Blow...