The Fool

2, 3, 4

The Fool, he wears a crown upon his head

You know it's made of sticks and silly string it's said

He acts like drunken royalty

No friends to call for loyalty

But still the foolish fanfare marches on

Silence the day

By blocking out the sun

The back door man comes knocking

Are you gonna see him?

Is he gonna see you? Oh

Burning with the other dogs tonight

Yeah, I'm hiding in the darkness 'cause it's alright

The fire comes up and the rain pouring down

It leaves an ash side blanket over town

Can you feel it closing in

That weight upon your shoulders?

Shots were fired, they rang out loud

All to please a famished crowd

The parties never really over

Are you gonna see him?

Is he gonna see you?