Little Clownz Lyrics - The Futurist - Robert Downey Jr.

All of this ends 

The mountain outlast the summer 

Father gave us a number 

Our very own 

All of my friends 

All of my so-called brothers 

We are dying 

We are tired 

And if you think that 

Simple solution is retribution, please, breathe 

Freeze-dried amends 

Scalding insinuations 

Why am I standing? 

Is this my home? 

All of my trees 

That bend to be heard are missing 

Where are the brides? 

Why aren't they kissing? 

And if you think, I'm apocalyptical 

Cold and cryptic, please never leave, yeah 

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on little clownz 

You might just turn the world around 

There are just words 

This is my contribution 

Unfit for evolution 

Silly and pure 

There is a sound 

Under the darkest winter 

I am sure 

I rest assure 

And if you think, you hear yourself screaming 

Feel me dreaming, more, feel more, more 

Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on, little clownz 

You might just turn the world around 

Hang on, little clownz 

You might just turn the world around 

You might just turn the world around