Modern Life

You got the prize

But you paid the money, man

You hit those clowns

Fair and square in the mouth

We take our chances

On side-show alley but

You took the chance and put your

ass on the line

That’s what we have to do to

win that prize

Don’t say nobody told you

Taught you how to play modern life

It’s just a game

But the golden rule is

You never ever get the same

chance twice

And that’s Modern Life

Bozo the clown is struttin’ round

the city

Without his make-up

He’s a sorry sight

He thinks he knows

Every trick in the book

He plays the game by cheatin and lyin

I watch him slowly dying inside

He’s got a monkey to collect all his money

They go to discos in their Porsche turbo drive

They spend their days playing games

On O’Connell street

Then put the money up their nose

every night

They wonder why they are dying inside.

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Orient Pacific Music