Laughter in the hall of mirrors Weeping at the backstage door Take your pick, 'cause I have mine I'm sick and tired and bored See the laughing man Cynic's mask in hand Bend straight paths, by careless force Pollute love's river, at the source Hope is a joke, I play the clown I'm gonna shoot up the whole downtown Lotta talk about love, where it is? Show me real life, I wanna kiss it