And as you tiptoe through life's carnival grand,
What oddities, pray tell, do you find firsthand?
Just like reflections in a funhouse of fear,
Distorted, absurd, all is not quite clear.
Just for a moment, a glimpse of Cousin Fred,
In oversized shoes, with a flower on his head.
In fleeting instances, memories twirl and prance,
And wounds, like clown makeup, give an eerie dance.
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers.
And as you survey the world, what bizarre sights?
A circus of folly, where day turns to nights.
In streets paved with custard, where clowns wear the crowns,
The absurdity reigns, the sanity drowns.
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers.
There are times when I feel like the world's just a jest,
When reason's abandoned, and logic's at rest.
When emotions run wild, in a clown's pantomime,
Reflecting our folly, in rhythm and rhyme.
Will we ever decipher this circus parade?
Can you explain why we're caught in this charade?
All those things we hold dear, like balloons in the breeze,
In the clown's twisted game, where absurdity flees.
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers.
When chances seem lost, in a circus's mirth,
And fate's puppet strings control our time on this earth.
In a dance with old jesters, where we stumble and fall,
Living life on the edge, in the clown's painted hall.
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers,
We're bald brothers.
And as you waltz through life's circus, so absurd and unplanned,