There's a man, there's a fool
He's so self-important
There's a man there's a fool
There's a man there's a fool
Cruel cruel cruel
He can't hear himself speak
He's waiting to speak
He's got something to say
Won't you listen?
Won't you listen?
And I pray for some quiet
A world that's deaf to your thirst
Sewn with a needle a sutured muzzle
A golden voice fallen to rust
Adore him
Adore him
Adore him
Carry him high carry him to Heaven
Adore him
Adore him
Adore him
A weakened wagon of lepers
Beg beg beg
Don't leave me here
Don't leave me to silence
Sick Sick Sick
On our broken backs
Our filthy king
And I pray for some quiet
And I pray for some quiet
Around and around
So it goes
Around and around
So it goes
So it goes