Pretty Ugly, Pretty Sad - Steve Kilbey

I turned around to see the clown

He made no sound, his face was down

He was crying, dying to laugh another smile

Down the empty avenues

I stood inside his worn-out shoes

I was flying, trying just to come down

The circus crowd, cruel and proud

Existing in the wilderness

Minding their own business, of dying

I turned around and they were gone

I pulled my useless pity on

It was morning, morning so pure and undefiled

Inside my room a healing sea

Nothing here makes sense to me

There’s no warning, wanting just to come down

At great expense, ladies and gents

We bring you the greatest show

You can take it with you when you go, lying

Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty glad

Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad

So now I wander through the days

I wonder who designed this maze

If it’s unending, sending out some kind of sign

I turned around to see the clown

I should have pulled the mirror down

Now I’m pretending, extending my local in this town

Ladies and gents, at great expense

We bring you the greatest show

Take it with you when you go, lying

Pretty ugly, pretty sad, pretty helpless, pretty bad

Pretty angry, pretty mad, pretty ugly, pretty sad