Lard

(Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra)
Here today, gone tomorrow
Don't need my self remembered
But what I help create and leave behind
Is important to me
To dent the comfortably numb
With constructive satire
Make my life one big prank
On a society I hate
All that we are when we're on a stage
Is vaudeville jester for a day
As an old proverb says
If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king
My license to make fun of everyone
Comes from knowing I'm the biggest joke of all
Read a headline the other day
Clown dies from a pie in the face
Can't be on stage all the time
The public image could swallow my life
Living up to your own myth's no fun
Drives our best talents nuts
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton
Bozo skeleton
Where can I go to be me?