Bouffon Triste!

Was it a sneer that awoke your suspicion?
Feel in the air a creeping premonition
Four seconds ago you were sure you were with friends

But it's a hard fact to shake that all jokes have been at your expense

Soft spoken slights, friendly aggression
An executioner's facial expression
They all laugh along, but the knives in their eyes persist
They need someone to trample
Bouffon triste!

Fake sympathy and pity rolls in
Every success gets poked holes in
Every kind word veils subtle insults

Just put on a smile and don't show that it hurts

They seem amused, you are appalled at
A band of cats toying with a small rat
They all laugh along but the knives in their eyes persist
They need someone to trample
Bouffon triste!

They need someone to trample!



Credits
Writer(s): Emil Carlsson, Erik Readwin, Hugo Eklöf, Joel Josefsson, Klas Kristensson, Leo Lindström
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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