All the clowns with painted faces
Dance around him as he paces
Porcelain dolls with beautiful eyes
Push her down as she cries
Welcome to the end
The end of the living
Welcome to the dead
The dead are forgiving
To get through the gates of hell
You must die very well
To get through the cells of hell
You must have perfect health
All the clowns with painted faces
Dance around him as he paces
Porcelain dolls with beautiful eyes
Push her down as she cries
Lie your hands upon your faces
Wish away all your traces
She ran away while you were weeping
You thought that she was really sleeping
To get through the gates of hell
You must die very well
To get through the cells of hell
You must have perfect health
Beg for forgiveness before you die
Tell your mother not to cry
Raise your arms for god's surprise
As you die, you close your eyes
This is the end
The end of the living
These are the dead
The dead are forgiving