This song captures the way I feel every day about this world. I think most regulars on TBP probably feel the same way. If blacks can have their own national anthem, then TBP can have one too.
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right
Here I am stuck in the middle with you
Yes I’m stuck in the middle with you
And I’m wondering what it is I should do
It’s so hard to keep this smile from my face
Losing control, yeah I’m all over the place
Clowns to the left of me
Jokers to the right
Trying to make some sense of it all
But I can see it makes no sense at all
Is it cool to go to sleep on the floor?
‘Cause I don’t think that I can take anymore