Fool's Gold
Somewhere in a market squareThe cobblestones still shineGlassy eyes behold the sightThrough another cup of wine...
The one eyed jester skips and turnsAs he makes his way through the crowdWhile the tavern's royalty try not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spinAnd then falls to the floorA show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast when you're not in the jester's shoesCause when you've only Fools Gold, you've got nothing more to lose...
Who holds the richesThe jester or the king?A fortress made from Fools GoldOr the tears that treasure can bring? (x2)
The king he sits upon his throneThe worlds weight on his chestWhen 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 harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the dayThe harlequin rushes in as his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market squareThe cobblestones still shine...