Somewhere in a market square
The cobblestone still shine
Glassy eyes behold the sight
Through another cup of wine...
The one eyed jester skips and turns
As he makes his way through the crowd
While the travern's royalty try
not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
plea for him to do more...
The ease of [bad word] so
fast when you're not in
jester's shoes
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Cause when you've only Fools
Gold, you've got nothing
more to lose...

Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
fortress made from Fools Gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?

The king he sit upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race
you've got no time to rest
"Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take my troubles away..."
The [bad word] in as his
work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine..