Lyrics:

Laughter in the halls of mirrors
Weeping at the backstage door
Take your pick 'cause I've had mine
I'm sick and tired, and bored
See the laughing man, cynic's mask in hand
Bend straight paths by careless force
Pollute love's river at the source
Hope is a joke; I play the clown
I'm gonna shoot up the whole downtown
See the laughing man, cynic's mask in hand
Talk about love - where is it?
Show me real life; I wanna kiss it
See the laughing man, cynic's mask in hand
I see you laugh
Oh, laughing man
See him laugh
Oh, look at him now