Canned Laughter

“Not a soul was laughing, we’re gonna hire someone new You were never even funny, what were we supposed to do?” A clown cannot perform when the world is full of pain Now I’m crying in the alley in this cold, cold hard rain The rain is falling on my face It’s washing my smile away I’m crying in the alleyway Let it rain all day Now I’m sitting in a puddle, my tears fall to the ground My bag of funny tricks is nowhere to be found I traded in my clown shoes for a pack of cigarettes Behind my painted smile, a lifetime of regrets The rain is falling on my face It’s washing my smile away I’m crying in the alleyway Let it rain all day I used to make them laugh With silly tricks and games But now they just laugh at me And it always rains The rain is falling on my face It’s washing my smile away I’m crying in the alleyway Let it rain all day