Morten Harket - A Jester In Our Town

Athenians sleep like a
sluggish old horse
but I am the fly that bites them
I know the spots where it stings
them the worst
it makes them so cross to be roused from their rest
that they throw me out like an unbidden guest
for doing for them what god thinks the best

You can rage at and beat me,
or wish I was dead
by murdering me you can stay
safe in bed
but as long as there's breath
left in me
still the story I'll tell will be:

Just think:
Yourself!

Your inner voice is the guide
you should heed
their reason tells everyone
what they need
to do what is right,
that's the ticket,
and shun all
that's evil and wicked

A jester in our town!
A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and
sharp biting fly
who's asking his questions so
keen and so sly
and heaven help the puzzled replier
for he will end up in the mire

Wisest is he who knows
that in fact he knows
nothing at all
but places his trust in
his inner voice
relying on thought to give birth
to his choice
for he'll keep his spirit untainted
though hades itself torment it

A jester in our town!
A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and
keen biting fly
who floors every idiot
as easy as pie
and heaven help the puzzled replier
for he will end up in the mire

Who floors every idiot
as easy as pie
and heaven help the puzzled replier
for he will end up in the mire!
Will end up in a mire!
Will end up in a mire!

A jester in our town!
A jester in our town!
A teasing and buzzing and
keen biting fly
who floors every idiot
as easy as pie
and heaven help the puzzled replier
and heaven help the puzzled replier
and heaven help the puzzled replier
for he will end up in the mire!
The mire! The mire!

Good health!