This joke's intolerable
Slips through your silver tongue
And not the least of all it's on the radio
They talk about the way you sold it
An unconditional coronation of the old fool
Who would be king
Somethings wrong with his eyes
Could it be horror or pride
Disengaged with the sound
Of the stillborn laughter from the crowd
Hold yourself
In your rage
Feel the truth
Taking center stage
Watch as we eat from the crumbs on the floor
Let the beggars beg
Laugh till your blue now they're screaming for more
Carousеl occupies
Sicknesses and motionlеss cries
Our debate isn't quite
Fair and now the banners thrash
Into the wind and out we lash
Slips through your silver tongue
And not the least of all it's on the radio
They talk about the way you sold it
An unconditional coronation of the old fool
Who would be king
Somethings wrong with his eyes
Could it be horror or pride
Disengaged with the sound
Of the stillborn laughter from the crowd
Hold yourself
In your rage
Feel the truth
Taking center stage
Watch as we eat from the crumbs on the floor
Let the beggars beg
Laugh till your blue now they're screaming for more
Carousеl occupies
Sicknesses and motionlеss cries
Our debate isn't quite
Fair and now the banners thrash
Into the wind and out we lash
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