| I break the silence with my voice
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| and everyone turns around
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| to see the source of all the noise
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| and here i stand
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| its not as thought i mean to upset you
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| with the things i say and do i should know better but i said so anyway
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| its easier to play a part
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| and read your lines
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| than freely speak what’s
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| in your heart and in your mind
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| Is it me?
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| who says these things that so offend you?
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| Innapropriate ???
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| i’d say I’m sorry
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| but it’s hard to speak
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| with both feet in your mouth
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| all hail the king of dunces
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| You best hold on
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| I’m opening up my mouth
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| bring out the maypole
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| and tie up and shut me out
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| devil knows what possessed me to shoot my arrow straight into the sky
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| string me to the mast and
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| hoist me up and hang me high
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| i put no blame on you
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| i brought this all upon myself
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| it’s just this thing i do at times like this
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| i wish i was someone else
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| there’s a lever inside head
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| between my mouth and my brain
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| keeps me from hearing
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| what i’ve said until its too late
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| now it’s too late
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| smear my lips with vaseline
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| because i’m a vocal libertine
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| I try to explain but even
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| i’m not quite sure what i mean
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| all hail the king of dunces
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| You best hold on
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| I’m opening up my mouth
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| bring out the maypole
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| and tie up and shut me out
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| devil knows what possessed me to shoot my arrow straight into the sky
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| string me to the mast and
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| hoist me up and hang me high
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| i put no blame on you
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| i brought this all upon myself
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| it’s just this thing i do at times like this
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| i wish i was someone else
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| I don’t know what to say
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| i was only trying to make you smile
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| and bring some needed levity
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| to your world for a while
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| i never meant to make you cry
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| but i did it all by myself
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| its just this thing i do at times like this
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| i wish i was someone else
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| All hail the king of dunces…
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| All hail the king of fools
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| This boy’s been bad
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| let’s keep him after school
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| send me to the blackboard
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| and write a hundred times «i am the dunce»
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| devil knows what possessed me to shut my mind and open up my mouth
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| string me to the anchor
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| and watch me drown in myself |