I am just a clown, always telling jokes
There's no fun at all when the clownman spokes
I don't understand what the life's about
May be after death I can find it out.
If there's dignity I should fight for it
I don't wanna be one more hypocrite
I will got no friends, I know how things work
I'm prepared to live immersed on this murk
Now is late to change, no one cares at all
I can read the signs written on the wall
And above the things I have planned to do
Lays the happiness, yes it's really true.
Just depends on me stay out of the crowd
And be as I am makes me very proud.Escrito em 16 Agosto 2016.
O corpo, uma parte dele pelo menos, estava em Mem Martins, a cabeça estava noutro lado.
