Poet marches on in the naked kings parade Nobody cares when he kicks up a stone His heads hanging down from the weight of the charade No answers in the dirt, just dead old weary bones.
[Chorus] You run, run, run like a mad man on a potion You come, come down like a bird
Poet sings aloft on a stump of stone Heavy words, heavy songs, he heaves them out to the throng But they float like clouds across the backs of thesespoken And he weeps like a child when they cheer an honest boys song.
[Repeat Chorus]
Poet, poet fool You should be king The obliging rings from your stool The one great voice of the kingdom But no, no, no one listens to Poet fool
[Repeat Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.