Lyrics:

the sun goes up, the sun goes back down
the nightmare face is still a mad clown
don't get up close, a big mistake
you see the skull beneath the make-up

maybe he don't know right from wrong
maybe he don't know what we're here for
maybe it's time to sing along
this is an uncommercial song

he's got transgenic birds transgenic bees
patent rights that grow on your trees
strange corn the seed's no good
you can tell he isn't selling health-food

and the tears roll down his face
the tears roll down his face

the deserts will not be denied
small nations wash away at high tide
hurricanes become familiar
clown jokes, this one'll kill ya

the forest's gone the fields are salt now
we must be mad it can't be our fault
clowns are fun and clowns are clever
you'd think a smile could last for ever
you'd think a smile would last forever

maybe we don't know right from wrong
maybe we don't know what we're here for
maybe it's time to sing along

maybe we don't know right from wrong
maybe we don't know what we're here for
maybe it's time to sing this song
this is an uncommercial
this is an uncommercial song