Ellis Paul - Poet Fool Lyrics
Poet marches on in the ***** kings paradeNobody cares when he kicks up a stoneHis heads hanging down from the weight of the charadeNo answers in the dirt, just dead old weary bones.[Chorus]You run, run, run like a mad man on a potionYou come, come down like a birdPoet sings aloft on a stump of stoneHeavy words, heavy songs, he heaves them out to the throngBut they float like clouds across the backs of thesespokenAnd he weeps like a child when they cheer an honest boys song.[Repeat Chorus]Poet, poet foolYou should be kingThe obliging rings from your stoolThe one great voice of the kingdomBut no, no, no one listens toPoet fool[Repeat Chorus]