A most depraved and vicious tongue Misfortune finds him in eternal loops A true cynic a bona fide misanthrope There is no reward, salvation nor hope The integrity and conscience of man A torment placed upon him by himself Let his bells of truth and wisdom chime His words will echo in the dark hall of time His eyes smile while his soul howls He is for whom the clock ticks He is for whom the world turns around Send in the jester, send in the clown