A jester in our town
Morten harketBut I am the fly that bites them
I know the spots where it stings them the worst
It makes them so cross to be roused from their rest
That they throw me out like an unbidden guest
For doing for them what God thinks the best
You can rage at and beat me or wish I was dead
By murdering me you can stay safe in bed
But as long as there's breath left in me
Still the story I'll tell will be:
Just think: Yourself!
Your inner voice is the guide you should heed
Their reason tells everyone what they need
To do what is right, that's the ticket,
And shun all that's evil and wicked
A jester in our town! A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and sharp biting fly
Who's asking his questions so keen and so sly
And God help the puzzled replier
For he will end up in the mire
Wisest is he who knows
That in fact he knows nothing at all
But places his trust in his inner voice
Relying on thought to give birth to his choice
For he'll keep his spirit untainted
Though hades itself torment it
A jester in our town! A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and keen biting fly
Who floors every idiot as easy as pie
And God help the puzzled replier
For he will end up in the mire
Who floors every idiot as easy as pie
And God help the puzzled replier
For he will end up in the mire!
Will end up in a mire! Will end up in a mire!
A jester in our town! A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and keen biting fly
Who floors every idiot as easy as pie
And God help the puzzled replier
And God help the puzzled replier
And God help the puzzled replier
For he will end up in the mire!
The mire! The mire!
Good health!