The kings throw coins,
From their seats of gold.
The clown plays tricks,
Both new and old.
The children play around me,
And laugh out in glee.
The strangers take a look,
And they turn and flee.
The Jester's in the center,
And they're looking at me.
Oh, they're looking at me.
The hysterical fools,
Throughout the land.
Scream out loud,
For the Jesters hand.
The shops down the road,
Sell cures for the soul.
For the right price they say,
We will make you whole.
The clown turns tricks,
For the kings arcade.
The man who I was,
Has now been unmade.
The kings throw coins,
From their seats of gold.
The clown plays tricks,
Both new and old.
The children play around me,
And laugh out in glee.
The strangers take a look,
And they turn and flee.
The Jester's in the center,
And they're looking at me.
Oh, they're looking at me.
The old man gazes,
Through the door of the past.
He turns back and thinks,
When did he laugh last.
He looks through again,
To the days gone by.
To the days gone by.
The tricks we played,
For the thrones so high.
The kings threw coins,
From their thrones of gold.
What a wasted life he thinks,
Now that we've grown old.
The children used to laugh,
And play around me.
The strangers would look,
They'd turn around and flee,
The Jester in the center,
And they were looking at me.
Why are they still looking at me?
