作词 : Buffalo Tom
The newest clown 
Cries an old type of tears 
Watch them fall 
There they lie 
Crispy, ancient and they leak 
Formaldahyde 
Going Going 
I'm gone Go away 
Going His tears they sit 
Crusty, rusted in a box 
Inside a drawer 
Grandpa's news 
Fragile words are yellowed through 
Forever more 
Going Going 
I'm gone Go away 
Going Sadder than sad 
She's feeling bad 
Monkey's the one who laughs last 
Hold me down 
Cut me loose when 
Nighttime falls 
And lifts away 
I'm a ball 
Bouncing off of a brick wall 
Into the day 
I'm Going 
Going I'm gone 
Go away Going 
I'm gone Gone 
I am gone 
I am gone 
Go away Going