Jester King

THE JESTER KING
(Robert Morgan Fisher/Extended Family Music-BMI)

There once was a bad king who gave up his crown
For running his kingdom straight into the ground
But the will of the people could not be denied
And into the castle a new king did ride
The friends of the old king could not understand
Why peace and prosperity now ruled the land

But the old king's horseshit and the old king's friends
Couldn't restore him to power again
Couldn't restore him to power again

Now the son of the old king was a white-knuckle drunk
Everything that he touched, turned into junk
He was drunker and dumber than most common folk
Everything that he said, come out as a joke
The old king said: "Your majesty, I have a request, sir.
Would you employ my son as the Kingdom's Court Jester?"

But the truth was the old king and all of his friends
Were itching to get back in power again
Itching to get back in power again

The new king considered the old king's request
And to be fair, the new king was quite fond of jest
So with malice towards none, he filled the position
With the son of the old king, to ease the transition
The loudest and dumbest of peasants rejoiced
It seemed that the new king had made a good choice

But the old king's horseshit and the old king's friends
Would soon tip the balance of power again
Soon tip the balance of power again

The first day the Jester showed up with a grin
But he didn't tell jokes, he merely broke wind
He played to the crowd's ignorant superstition
And accused disbelievers of downright sedition
He lied and he laughed and much mud he did sling
Till the crowd just went crazy and murdered the king

The old king's horseshit and the old king's friends
Had swindled the people and come back again
Swindled the people and come back again

The Jester declared war on several nations
Then took off on one long extended vacation
He looted the treasure for what it was worth
Even destroyed that stone that said "Peace on Earth"
Miles of wilderness were burned and laid bare
While rhetoric and hate spewed out tons of hot air

The Jester-King's horseshit and the Jester-King's friends
Were filling the kingdom with foul air again
Killing the kingdom with foul air again

But far to the south, the storm clouds did gather
and people detected a change in the weather
"This hot air you're spewing has started to fester -
Oh where is our savior, where is the Jester?"
But the Jester-King laughed as the people made haste
the soft black underbelly of the Kingdom laid waste

The Jester-King's horseshit and the Jester-King's friends
Couldn't put things back together again
Couldn't put things back together again

The bodies were floating, the levee was breached
The gates of the kingdom were soon under siege
Let this be a lesson to those that would rule
A kingdom can't last at the hands of a fool
And the people's blind trust in a God that would save them
Works the best if use the brain that God gave them

The Jester-King's horseshit and the Jester-King's friends
Made sure that they'd never taste freedom again
Made sure that they'd never taste freedom again