Lyrics
(Verse 1):
Knock. Knock.
Who’s there?
Nobody. No one cares.
Everyone’s caught up in their own affairs.
All you selfish billionaires…
I’m a Joker, dancing on the stairs.
Laugh away the pain and the crippling despair.
They can’t see the sadness past the madness that I wear.
The mask on my face and the color in my hair.
I find it hilarious
How you see me as hideous.
Unaware of your own emptiness,
you pity us.
Those who have everything
cannot stand observing the suffering
of those who have nothing.
You’re so disconnected that it’s actually funny.
When the buildings start to burn, it’s always sunny.
I’ma smash some windows, man. Fuck all your money.
I believe in nothing but the evil of this country.
When my pain is met with silence,
You will hear the sirens.
People listen when they’re frightened.
With no tears left to cry.
I start all the time.
Out of victimhood I rise,
The clown prince of crime.
(Hook):
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
You get what you deserve! (x2)
(Verse 2):
I was born out of your lack of compassion.
I have deadbeat parents, no real friends, or companions.
I’m a dirty dreg that society abandoned.
But you’d never know me looking down from your mansions.
I’m in the streets, lying beaten at your feet,
But you step over me. You spare me no courtesy.
When I smile on the train, you look back like I’m insane.
I can’t help but cackle from the pain.
Love’s a story I make up in my brain.
I never feel it.
I am so mistreated.
Poor and defeated,
Clowns cry, but you never seem to hear it.
Now the tears we can’t stop are depleted.
We’re ready to steal shit.
Loot, shoot, we won’t be impeded.
I want you to cry my tears.
I want you to live in fear,
Unsure of your next meal
And know how it feels
To have other humans kneel
On your neck until you squeal.
How can wounds heal
Unless we treat them like they’re real?
(Hook):
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
You get what you deserve! (x2)
I Pagliacci
Brought a gun to the party.
Now the 1% is getting bodied.
Too late to say sorry.
The riot has ignited
Where the hate resided.
I will rob your quiet.
You will feel my pain and not deny it.
That’s why you’re the one whose crazy.
You’re too lazy to consider maybe
How you alienate me.
You take refuge behind dogma.
Still blaming Obama,
Chanting MAGA .
Escalating tv drama
Playing twitter games of “Gotcha!”
There’s nothing to believe in for the poor folk.
The code of the elite is a bad joke.
They want us to think the problem is how others vote.
Not corporate corruption and the politicians they promote.
I am not the problem. I’m a symptom
Of the sickness of the system
And the blind vision of tired tradition.
You simply refuse to listen,
But what you don’t learn by wisdom,
You’ll learn soon enough when you’re the victim.
(Hook):
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
If you don’t get the joke, then you get the smoke.
You get what you deserve! (x2)
You’ll feel ostracized.
You’ll be traumatized.
Your store vandalized,
Unless you start to value life.
I’ll watch it burn! (x2)
You get what you deserve.
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