The Mother Lode

Another clown jumps off the ladder
A shallow pool but it doesn't matter
The way it goes, the way it goes
It's falling through barriers and hedgerows
Hollow man, hollow hand puppet
Where's the applause when you need it?

But these brought by somersaults and backflips
I wish that things would be different
A mother lode, a mother lode
Hollow man, hollow hand pupper
I’m a clown, you don’t wanna know me
The knife behind the curtain
No truth is ordinary

You can’t see your way out of this one
He makes a joke but nobody listens
Ar least he does not ----
The last of all his courage
Press the button for a free ticket
Here he goes, hits the ground running