The whole arena is packed tonight.
The clown is dancing in the spotlight.
The people are laughing, their smiles are so bright.
They don't know the clown is dying inside.
As much as wants to he knows he can't show
His fear and his pain and his anger and woes.
The show was over and his mind took flight
And he ran away in the dead night to hide.
To bite and to strangle, to stab and to slice.
His name was Bob Gray.
They called him Pennywise.