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Look at my life
Isn’t it grand
Wouldn’t you think
I rule over this land
Wouldn’t you think
I’m the clown
The clown who has everything
Look at this town
People so cold
How many sad frowns can one city hold?
Looking around here you’d think
It sure is depressing
I’ve got joy buzzers, jokes for civilians
I’ve got venom and smiles for all
You want toy explosives?
I’ve got millions
But who cares
No big deal
I want more
I wanna be where the chaos is
I wanna hear, wanna hear some laughin’
Running away from - Who could it be? Oh! Me!
Here in Arkham you don’t get to far
Freedom is required for my mass destruction
Making all those people - What word should I use? Flee!
Out in the world, Out in Gotham
Out with my jokes and folks who become
Amusing pawns, my costumed cons
Spreading my smile
What would I give if I could live free of the Batman?
What would I pay if I could say Goodbye for good?
Bet’cha that hood hides a false hood
Bet’cha He’s not really any more than
Any villain or civilian in a dark hood
I’m ready to kill who I want to kill
Watch them bleeding out with a smile
Light a fire and watch as they - What’s the word again? Burn!
Now it’s your turn
Wouldn’t I love, love to destroy Batboy with a shove
Free of the Bat
Wish I was at
Top of the world
Free of the Bat
Wish I was at
Top of my world