[ Featuring Frederick Wortley, Jacopo Rubboli ]
You're walking, sleeping
In the depths of my mind
You're silent speaking
There's no words I can find
I ain't got red nose or big shoes
I ain't no clown
I ain't nobody you can use
You won't bring me down
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
You won't see me weeping
When you hit the ground
And I won't be queuing
This time round
I ain't got red nose or big shoes
I ain't no clown
I ain't nobody you can use
You won't bring me down
So give your love to someone else
You won't be beating me
No no
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
'Cause you've got darkness in your game that I'm trying to contain
Mary Jane
I'll no longer walk the line
Let you twist and blow my mind, Mary Jane
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
Looks like the joke's on you
Wooh wooh
