Lyrics

Switching on and tuning in online
The voyeurs prepare for a late-night session
The ringmaster prepares his well-rehearsed crime
As his troop prepare for their spirited procession

The clock strikes midnight as the circus comes to town
No Dancing With Stars, or a Great British Bake-off
This charade has metallic badges and a shiny crown
Brute force with a tank and Kalashnikov


Greedy corporations dance round like Lady Muck
Creepy politicians couldn’t give a fuck
Allowing the plastic to take over the trees
As nature on Earth becomes the enemy.

Distant cosmonauts change their colours in space
Could they ever come back to join the Human race?
Electric acrobats in firecracker motion,
We drift closer to a people-less nation.

Autonomous remote-controlled thinking machine
As the future beckons like an iron seductress.
Solar army, fossil fuels, unrelenting benzine
I’m moving on from this abominable mess.

The spectacle begins its final curtain call
As the cybernauts stretch and starts to switch off
The show, they said, was harsh cold and mechanical
Could’ve used a Gandhi, Theresa, or Gorbachev

WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT
WE ARE CLOWN ROBOT