They have killed the great sun jester Who danced between the stars They have stripped him of his manhood Signs of Venus and of Mars The cynics left him
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I say goodbye to you all at once - I don't dare to face you all alone. I went from wreckage to world class with a box of t-shirts and some records to
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I
A jester of sorts, you stayed holding your court Over minions of Capitol Hill In a bath full of blood, I'm alone, standing still Under God you can fire
I'm a member of the motley crew Pleasing the rich and kings When I make 'em laugh Nobody even cares What's inside my mind Don't seem to get what I'm looking
So here I am once more In the playground of the broken hearts One more experience, one more entry In a diary, self penned Yet another emotional suicide
"And now a buffoon's meeting with the dean of admissions at a prestigious college." Dean: "Well Michael, I would like to extend my warmest congradulations
"And now the buffoon's date at the drive-in with the school's valedictorian." Valedictorian: "I really appreciate you're asking me out. Most people are
All who still remain Are leaving their shelter One by one The King leads his court The sun seeks it's own reflection On their clothes that shine like
Ich bin bei Hofe hier allein ein Witz aus Menschenfleisch wenn keiner lacht lach ich mich tot und lass mich einfach hA¤ngen. Ich bin der Krone Sonnenschein
(spoken intro) I get this message on the message machine that she's cooking dinner Tonight so I go out and pick up a bottle of wine and when I get there
He sits in your room, his tomb with a fist full of tacks Preoccupied with his vengeance Cursing the dead that can't answer him back You know that he has
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Hold your horses Steady now Cos we're floating precariously And therefore, furthermore premisely on tectonic plates And everything we stand on And everything
Stay low that's what you ought to But no you wanna show yourself off Get high when people lookin' at you Too blind to see they laugh at you Your greed
Possen rei?en, witze machend, ich so manches Herz erfreu. Den Ball jonglierend, Feuer spuckend, unterhalte ich die Leut' des Hofes - Konig, Konigin und
A jester of sorts You stand holding your court Over minions of capital hill In a bath full of blood All alone, standing still Under God, you can fire