The Man
Clowns Lyrics

Dead bodies, dead bodies all over the street.
The singer sees dead bodies on the street.

55-65, bodies at least.
There are at least 55-65 dead bodies.

I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn.
The singer spends time around dead bodies until morning.

I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn.
The artist finds dead bodies when they are mowing the lawn.

Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in the oven.
The artist takes the dead bodies inside and puts them in the oven.

Wicked clown lovin' that dead body grubbin'.
The singer enjoys being a clown and eating dead bodies.

Tastes like chicken, finger lickin' deep fried.
The singer compares the taste of dead bodies to chicken and enjoys eating them deep fried.

I ate a dead body, but don't tell. I lied.
The artist ate a dead body but lied about it.

I just ate my first dead body last week,
The artist ate their first dead body last week.

Still got the fingernail caught in my teeth.
The artist still has a reminder of the dead body they ate caught in their teeth.

Before ya start yellin' and cursin' my name,
The singer asks listeners not to be angry with them.

Remember somethings wrong with my brain, insane.
The artist acknowledges that they have something wrong with their brain and are insane.

Second I was born, doctor threw me against the wall.
The singer had a difficult birth and was thrown against a wall by a doctor.

Kicked open the doors and he whipped me down the hall.
The singer was treated roughly by the doctor after being born.

I'm sliding and I'm boucin' off shit like a hockey puck.
The singer is moving around erratically like a hockey puck.

And my mother's like, "What the fuck?!"
The artist's mother is surprised and shocked by their behavior.

He said I was born of an alien race.
The artist was told they were born of an alien race.

Born with a hatchet and a juggalo face.
The singer was born with a hatchet and a juggalo face.

But I'm not a martian, you wouldn't understand.
The singer clarifies that they are not a martian and cannot be understood.

I'm just a dead body man.
The artist identifies themselves as a 'dead body man'.

Dead bodies, dead bodies in the back of my van.
The artist has dead bodies in the back of their van.

All the little kiddies love the dead body man.
Children enjoy being around the artist, who is a 'dead body man'.

I drive through my neighborhood ringin' my bell.
The singer drives around their neighborhood ringing a bell.

Some people run cause they don't like the smell.
Some people run away from the artist because of the smell of the dead bodies.

Others line up just as quick as they can.
Others are interested in being around the singer and the dead bodies.

To try to catch a glimpse of the dead body man.
People want to see the singer, who is a 'dead body man'.

Just don't look in the trunk.
The singer advises people not to look in the trunk of their van.

I drive down central kickin' the bass.
The artist drives down Central with loud bass music playing.

Chillin' with my freaks and I'm pickin' her face.
The artist is hanging out with their friends, and may be picking at their face.

Maggots and bugs like to crawl on her head.
There are maggots and bugs on the singer's dead friend's head.

Cause my bitch is dead, I'd rather that instead.
The singer's friend is dead, which they prefer over them being alive.

I'm a hoe you can't trust, always diggin' a nut.
The artist is not trustworthy and is always looking for sex.

A dead body bitch learned to keep her mouth shut.
The artist has a female companion who has learned to keep quiet.

Riding in the back is my dead body crew.
The artist has friends who are dead bodies.

Only they can never think of nothin' to do.
The singer's dead body friends are not very active, and do not contribute ideas.

If you think I'm sick, take a look at yourself.
The artist suggests that people who judge them should examine themselves.

You got dead deer heads up on your shelf.
Those who judge the singer may have deer heads on display in their homes.

On your key chain is a little baby rabbit's hand.
Those who judge the singer may keep a rabbit's hand on their key chain.

Call me the dead body man (Some'll give 'em to me!)
People call the singer the 'dead body man', and some are willing to give them dead bodies.

Call me the dead body man (Just sell 'em to me!)
The artist is willing to buy dead bodies.

Call me the dead body man (You can mail 'em to me!)
People can mail the artist dead bodies.

Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)
The best option is to bring dead bodies to the singer.

Call me the dead body man (Won't ya give 'em to me!)
The singer requests dead bodies from listeners.

Call me the dead body man (But, Bring 'em to me!)
The artist again insists that dead bodies be brought to them.