A clown, a clown, a killer clown,
Almost never without a frown.
He knows my fear, he knows my pain,
He killed a little boy in the rain,
In the drains of Derry, he haunts the once-peaceful town,
Once encountered in the sewers, I suffered a nervous breakdown.
I knew I never had a chance against the beast,
I should have known that I would become It's next feast.
All this time, I thought it was just the drugs,
Many of them leading me almost to suicide,
But no matter how hard I screamed or cried,
My last thoughts were wishing to be in the arms of my poor mother's hugs.
A clown, a clown, a killer clown,
Almost never without a frown.
I knew it was too late,
That I would never live to turn eighteen.
If only I made the right choice,
If only I knew of second chances and love and rejoice,
But the Dancing Clown had me cornered, grinning and looking mean,
He had taken the guise of my absent druggie father, luring me into the sewers like fish bait.
A clown, a clown, a killer clown,
Almost near without a frown.
Praying for my soul would be all but in vain,
For I would rather wish to be slain by a train,
I'll never get to wear my graduation gown,
As I will forever float in the sewage waters of unhealthy brown.
I was too fucking stupid to live, let alone run,
Scaring me half to death gave the Dancing Clown so much fun.
He smelled my fear, showing me rows and rows of sharp teeth,
Biting into my skin and blowing into me his rotting breath,
He ate me slowly, agonizingly, before pulling me into the sewers beneath,
And sent me down, not to his lair, but straight to the gates of Hell upon my death.
A clown, a clown, a killer clown,
Almost never without a frown.
Never again shall the voice of Mickey Mahogany,
Ever be allowed to owe the ones he hurt an apology.
In death I pray for those seven teens to stand tall,
To come back someday and finish him off once and for all.