He lives in a shack
Right on the edge of town
Friends with the one-eyed jack
Who can be seen hanging around
And he tries to make them smile
All day and all of the night
But he knows all the while
He's got better plans for his life

Spends all his time working in the kings court
Talks to the mime and the kings escort
Everyone thought he'd be happy
Lord knows that he tries
But no one really knows
Why the Jester Cries

And he tries to think of the good things
Like the people that he's met
Tries to count his blessings
As he hums along with the quartet
Our jester seems so distraught
With a smile upon his face
Never sharing any of his thoughts
On how he felt about this place

All I ever wanted was to get a wife, settle down
But now I'm living poor on the outskirts of town
I'm at the end of every finger, at the end of every joke
I'm at the end of every glare the king envokes
I don't know if I can take it that much longer
I don't know if I can make it and come out stronger