Flooded the marketplace.
Died of thirst waiting for change.
Let the shower cry me clean.
Damned the tears into solutions.
The Fool of the Hill has company.
Well-hung children on the Carousal.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
The Fool on the Hill has company.
We prayed for anything but what’s here.
Playground so near the battle.
The Calvary of reluctant heroes.
Darkness ate away our sunny day.
Adios, Norman, Hello, Salvador.
The Fool of the Hill has company.
Well-hung children on the Carousal.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
The Fool on the Hill has company.
We prayed for anything but what’s here.
Six-Six-Six, High five, metaphor.
It matters not, draw your sword.
Same old tune, forgotten Word.
Deny no more, it’s at the door.
The Fool of the Hill has company.
Well-hung children on the Carousal.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
Trumpety, bump, bump.
The Fool on the Hill has company.
We prayed for anything but what’s here.
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