I, the drifter, wandered through the marketplace when the Queen's royal procession passed on through the land
The bourgeoisie paused when she looked upon my face and she took my hand
Now I know I shouldn't fuck with royalty
I'll just stay in the peasant class, that's fine with me
I'll find some way to shut my heart down and live peacefully
I used to crown her "Queen of the World" in my mind
But for some reason I never became the King
Just some old Jester who performs for scraps and rinds
It didn't get me a thing
What a waste to spend my time in that Queen's court
I've been replaced by another Jester, that's for sure
So I'll just stomp on her tiara and I'll smash it up
Submitted by Guest