There is a clown named benzo,
We can\'t see his face,
benzo came from oil,
Actually it is the memory,
That is forgotten,
And if that benzo could just be recalled,
The world could move on,
But that clown is the memory,
And your memories are clowns,
And that doctor made off with
Profits,
You forgot about,
Benzo was your friend,
A friend against fear,
Now u don\'t even remember