The Jester

I was born too late
for the radio
And I’ve always felt deceived
by MTV
And the first song that I heard
was by an idiot
who’d learned to push the wind
between his teeth

But I knew that somewhere out in the void

Someone was making a noise

That wasn’t tired
or hackneyed
or irreverent trash
I wanna’ listen the clash
when I’m shopping

O, but no one ever asks me these things
I’ve got a head full of ideas
but the telephone won’t ring
how ‘bout a mayor that sings
on the subway

And listen I know I sound sure
you say, “what makes you so sure?”

Well, I just know it in my core
yeah, I know I sound sure
but I know it in my core

She says, “tell me about your core
I wanna’ learn about your core...”

I said don’t push me anymore
Yeah, I’m getting kind of bored
Don’t ask about my core

I’ve got such a long way to go
beyond those yellow lines

and I don’t think you wanna’ go there
yeah, I don’t think you’d even try

And they sure won’t take care of yours
the way they take care of mine
It’s probably ‘cause they know me
‘cause they know I started blind

And if it’s all I can do
I’ll just keep singing
I’ll keep on singing
singing for free

And if this life that I lead
is not worth living
I’ll keep on living
‘cause living is free

And plus
I wanna’ see the structure destroyed
I wanna’ swell up with joy
when the people in the buildings
come ambling out
and the jester is crowned
as their savior

O, but no one ever reads into these things
I tried to put it simply so you wouldn’t miss the sting
but I guess there isn’t such a thing
as a genius

And listen
I know that I’m wrong
but I won’t keep you very long
this is the end of the song
and after that I’ll be gone
and you can say that I was wrong

It’s just I love you so much more
yeah, I love you so much more
I love you so much more
than you give me credit for
and that’s why I’m so sore
that’s why I’m so sore

that’s why I’m so sore.