On the ground
They follow me around
Behind every story there's a quick end
Behind every smile there's a clown
To understand I guess I'd have to be a dead man
Trying not to laugh out loud
I can hear a lonely operator on the phone,
On the phone
She can't call home
Over seas the burns are third degree
And the collection plate's been passed and receved by me
I wish I could tell you all you children why your here,
Why your here
We'd all sing along
Is there something cause theres no way of knowing till your gone,
When I'm gone I'll prove you all wrong
Behind every woman is a good man
Trying not to put the head out
To understand I guess I'd have to be a dead man
Trying not to laugh out loud
Behind every story there's a quick end
Behind every smile there's a clown
To understand I guess I'd have to be a dead man
Trying not to laugh out
Behind every woman is a good man
Trying not to put the head out
To understand I guess I'd have to be a dead man
Trying not to laugh out loud
Trying not to laugh out loud
Trying not to laugh out loud
