and now the clown jumps off the ladder
a shallow pool but it doesn't matter
the way it goes, the way it goes
he's falling through the barriers and hedgerows
a hollow man, hollow hand puppet
where's the applause when you need it?
baseball bats, somersaults, and backflips
oh, how I wish some things would be different
a mother lode, a mother lode
a hollow man, hollow hand puppet
I'm a clown you don't wanna know me
the knife behind the curtain
the truth is ordinary
you can't see your way out of this one
he makes a joke, but nobody listens
at least he does not know it
the last of all his courage
press the button for a free ticket
here he goes, hits the ground running
A Mother Lode, by Thom Yorke and Nigel Godrich, originally from the album Tomorrow's Modern Boxes
All instruments, vocals, and production by Finlay Stafford
