(M. Moorcock - J. Trivers - E. Bloom)
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They have killed the great sun jester
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Who danced between the stars
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They have stripped him of his manhood
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Signs of Venus and of Mars
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The cynics left him weeping
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And the jackals left him torn
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And the jester reaches out bind hands
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He can touch the stars no more.
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CHORUS:
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And he took the stars in his hands
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And as he scattered them he'd shout
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"I'm the joker of the universe
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I'm what it's all about."
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Now he's dying in his grief
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And the hard men dragged him down
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They have killed the wild-eyed jester
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They have killed the fireclown
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Now his blind eyes seek the starlight
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And his fingers seek controls
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To take him into space again
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Where he was both young and old
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The dancers stiff with pain
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And they've made him kneel too long
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And the madness they have driven out
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They've left him cold and sane.
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CHORUS
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He'll never - sing his songs - again....
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He'll never dance between the stars - again....
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He'll never laught - again....
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No he'll never ever laugh again....
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Oh, no....
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The Great Sun Jester
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| Blue Oyster Cult |
