| Song | Clown Strike |
| Artist | Elvis Costello |
| Album | Brutal Youth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacManus | |
| She'll fix you with an iron cross | |
| And cover you up with petals | |
| And hang you up with some amber beads | |
| And four or five precious metals | |
| And in that black flamingo chair | |
| You'll sit among her trophies | |
| And pray to be abandoned | |
| Till you don't know what hope is | |
| Chorus: | |
| But there's one thing that i had to keep inside | |
| Because i was shaking | |
| Why don't you get some pride | |
| There was a clown strike | |
| And the clowns threw down their tools | |
| But you don't have to play so hard | |
| And i'm nobody's fool | |
| You don't have to go so far | |
| 'cause i love you as you are | |
| The big top is deserted now | |
| And the circus girl rehearses | |
| She knows how to turn their heads | |
| And not fall between two horses | |
| But all that seems a simple step | |
| If only i were able | |
| To love you like i want to do | |
| And not by some times table | |
| Chorus | |
| And it's pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don't have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike | |
| Tell me what you want of me | |
| Or are you terrified of failure? | |
| You put on a superstitious face | |
| Behind all this paraphernalia | |
| We're not living in a masquerade | |
| Where you only have three wishes | |
| It isn't easy to see | |
| In a lifetime of mistaken kisses | |
| Chorus | |
| In this pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don't have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike |
| zuo ci : MacManus | |
| She' ll fix you with an iron cross | |
| And cover you up with petals | |
| And hang you up with some amber beads | |
| And four or five precious metals | |
| And in that black flamingo chair | |
| You' ll sit among her trophies | |
| And pray to be abandoned | |
| Till you don' t know what hope is | |
| Chorus: | |
| But there' s one thing that i had to keep inside | |
| Because i was shaking | |
| Why don' t you get some pride | |
| There was a clown strike | |
| And the clowns threw down their tools | |
| But you don' t have to play so hard | |
| And i' m nobody' s fool | |
| You don' t have to go so far | |
| ' cause i love you as you are | |
| The big top is deserted now | |
| And the circus girl rehearses | |
| She knows how to turn their heads | |
| And not fall between two horses | |
| But all that seems a simple step | |
| If only i were able | |
| To love you like i want to do | |
| And not by some times table | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don' t have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike | |
| Tell me what you want of me | |
| Or are you terrified of failure? | |
| You put on a superstitious face | |
| Behind all this paraphernalia | |
| We' re not living in a masquerade | |
| Where you only have three wishes | |
| It isn' t easy to see | |
| In a lifetime of mistaken kisses | |
| Chorus | |
| In this pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don' t have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike |
| zuò cí : MacManus | |
| She' ll fix you with an iron cross | |
| And cover you up with petals | |
| And hang you up with some amber beads | |
| And four or five precious metals | |
| And in that black flamingo chair | |
| You' ll sit among her trophies | |
| And pray to be abandoned | |
| Till you don' t know what hope is | |
| Chorus: | |
| But there' s one thing that i had to keep inside | |
| Because i was shaking | |
| Why don' t you get some pride | |
| There was a clown strike | |
| And the clowns threw down their tools | |
| But you don' t have to play so hard | |
| And i' m nobody' s fool | |
| You don' t have to go so far | |
| ' cause i love you as you are | |
| The big top is deserted now | |
| And the circus girl rehearses | |
| She knows how to turn their heads | |
| And not fall between two horses | |
| But all that seems a simple step | |
| If only i were able | |
| To love you like i want to do | |
| And not by some times table | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don' t have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike | |
| Tell me what you want of me | |
| Or are you terrified of failure? | |
| You put on a superstitious face | |
| Behind all this paraphernalia | |
| We' re not living in a masquerade | |
| Where you only have three wishes | |
| It isn' t easy to see | |
| In a lifetime of mistaken kisses | |
| Chorus | |
| In this pandemonium | |
| For the humble and the mighty | |
| You don' t have to tumble for me | |
| Even a clown knows when to strike |