These Hands — The Damned

These are the hands of a demented circus clown outside I'm laughing but inside I'm really wearing a frown I see you laughing at me but baby in my dreams it's quite a different scene

Chasing you through the night with my hands around your neck funny how everything seems in technicolour, yet I find I'm laughing at you and you are turning blue Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha Ho ho ho