Troubled jester, you exemplify,
Something wicked underneath,
Great big smile
Made of painted grease,
Suspect eyes and yellow teeth,

Blood-red-nose-is
Scaring me,
Oh no,
Yeah, in the dead of this dream,

Over size is the
Clothes you wear,
To conceal your moral breach,
Stalking children in the
Guise of fun,
Ancient tricks bewitching speech,

Blood-red-feet-are chasing
Me,
Oh no,

Yeah in the dead of this dream,
I, i move slow,
Still i
Continue to read mr. king...
Your scaring me,

Oh no,
Yeah in the dead of
This dream,
And i, i move slow,
Still i continue to read mr. king...