The Clowns

There's a rusting religion with a broken converter
 Parse the good book's words justifying hate and murder
 In a government lockbox everything gets lost
 Like old grease on a sprocket
 We sent Jack up the Hill to fix it all
 He tumbled down with gold lined pockets
 It's going down right now
 What do we do now?
 Send in the clowns, the clowns
 Run into the ground
 When you send in the clowns
 Winner at all cost on a soapbox
 He spoke in doubletalk and riddles
 Sounds so good I was in a spell
 But while the town was burning he played the fiddle
 I had a dream that I would come back
 And what was stolen by the state had been replaced
 And we'd replant love where there was loss
 Then send the grifters a coup de grace
 It's going down right now
 What do we do now?
 Send in the clowns, the clowns
 Run into the ground
 When you send in the clowns