Though It Aches

There is a clown on your back, where you go
There is a clown on your back, where you go
And his brim my be white but he is old and dead inside
There is a clown on your back, where you go

And you're huming along, with a tune
And you're huming along, with a tune
Though it akes from your toes, til your hand as
It goes
You're huming along with a tune
Though it akes from your toes, til your hand as it goes
Oh you're huming along with a tune

Going down to the bottom, of the sea
Going down to the bottom, of the sea
If you don't know how to swim, you're going down with a stream
Down to the bottom of the sea
If you don't know how to swim, you're going down with a stream
Down to the bottom of the sea
If you don't know how to swim, you're going down with a stream
Down to the bottom of the sea