Feast of Fools Bruce Cockburn

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[Verse 1]
At the feast of fools
Humour can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions
You have to forget the rules

[Verse 2]
At the feast of fools
Everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice

[Chorus]
It's time for the silent criers
To be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves for them
To get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns out to be nothing
I fooled you, fooled you

[Verse 3]
At the feast of fools
Outlaws can all come home
You can wear any disguise you want
But you'll be naked past the bone