Little Clownz (Downey Jr.Robert)

All of this ends The mountain outlast the summer Father gave us a number Our very own All of my friends All of my so-called brothers We are dying We are tired And if you think that Simple solution is retribution, please, breathe Freeze-dried amends Scalding insinuations Why am I standing? Is this my home? All of my trees That bend to be heard are missing Where are the brides? Why aren't they kissing? And if you think, I'm apocalyptical Cold and cryptic, please never leave, yeah Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on little clownz You might just turn the world around There are just words This is my contribution Unfit for evolution Silly and pure There is a sound Under the darkest winter I am sure I rest assure And if you think, you hear yourself screaming Feel me dreaming, more, feel more, more Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, little clownz You might just turn the world around Hang on, little clownz You might just turn the world around You might just turn the world around