On With The Show lyrics

Telephone, telephone What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! I'm a shit stain slave with a grind of my own I work day and night, less respect than a Juggalo I'm frying on the outside and frozen in the center I'm telling you, I'm telling you to watch out for my temper You won't like me when I'm angry You'll see banners everywhere The street where I'm from, in the town where I live is now barely even there Telephone, telephone What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! I haven't had fun in what seems like years I had a thumbs up for you but it was caught in the gears These tears are just onion eyes This heart is just broken This body is a break room where burnouts are smoking This body is a break room where the burnouts are smoking Telephone! What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! What did you scream into your telephone? Telephone! Telephone! I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain Tear me up and stuff me down the drain I'm a clown, I'm just here to entertain Tear me up and stuff me down the drain Ah!