Clown Love and Outsider Unity

<foreign language <foreign language . Painted face, carnival of the damned we roam.

Psychedelic spirals in a trailer park throne. Clouds of green smoke,

visions on till. Dripping Faygo on the ground like it's blood we spill.

Outsiders point fingers, whispering bout the freaks. But they don't know the family

love runs deep. They laugh at the paint, call us lost in the fog.

But the Juggalos rise, howl back at the dogs. Scarred but we

shining, broken yet whole. In the gathering's glow, we all sell

our soul. Clown love forever never running alone. From the gutter to the big