The Jester

 Like a Jester at the ball
Rubbed my shoulders with the kings
And I was draped in gold and velvet
Bathing in applause while I was jumping through the rings
And then the cooks would sound a bell
And all the kings would lick their lips
But I couldn't find a place mat
The dinner table's full and there's no room for me to sit

Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
Just say you want me, just say you need me
Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
Does anybody need me?

Is every last soul just fucking me over?
With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders.
Is there anybody out there looking out for me?

Lord, I live to entertain
All my pride is in my praise
I hum along with this vibration
And hope to god I make it
If any chord that I could strum
Made me feel less like a man
I'd slam my fingers in the doorway
And shatter all the bones so I could never strum again

Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
Just say you want me, just say you need me
Is there anybody out there looking out for me?
For me?

Is every last soul just fucking me over?
With tears on their shoes and ice on their shoulders
Is there anybody out there looking out for me?

Badflower - The Jester

Who would have ever thought that musicians, trying to be so cool, pretentious and audacious, behind such a screaming and tasteless cover hide such soulful music, music, that crawl to the bones, creep into every secret corner of your soul, open the doors to where you have never been and for a so long time not allowing you to get out of these corridors, beyond the countless doors of which there are so many life stories, sad, devastating, rude, dirty, but so insanely poetic... I can't get it out from my head for weeks now and hope I will never be able to.