Song parody of
Feast of Fools
by Bruce Cockburn
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At the feast of fools
Humor can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions
You have to forget the rules
At the feast of fools
Everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice
It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves
For them to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns out to be nothing
At the feast of fools
Outlaws can all come home
You can wear any disguise you want
But you'll be naked past the bone
At the feast of fools
People's hands weave light
There is a diamond wind
Flowering in the darkest night
It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves
For them to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns out to be (a big fat) nothing
It's time for the singers of songs without hope
To take a hard look and start from scratch again
It's time for these headlights
Racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten
It's time for Harlequin to leap out of the future
Into the midst of a world of dancers
It's time for us all to stand hushed
In the cathedral of silence waiting at the river's end
At the feast of fools
Humor can sometimes be cruel
But under certain conditions
You have to forget the rules
At the feast of fools
Everybody has a voice
Nobody goes to the bottom
Except by their own choice
It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves
For them to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns out to be nothing
At the feast of fools
Outlaws can all come home
You can wear any disguise you want
But you'll be naked past the bone
At the feast of fools
People's hands weave light
There is a diamond wind
Flowering in the darkest night
It's time for the silent criers to be held in love
It's time for the ones who dig graves
For them to get that final shove
It's time for the horizons of the universe
To be glimpsed even by the faceless kings of corporations
It's time for chaos to win
And walk off with the prize which turns out to be (a big fat) nothing
It's time for the singers of songs without hope
To take a hard look and start from scratch again
It's time for these headlights
Racing against inescapable dark to be just forgotten
It's time for Harlequin to leap out of the future
Into the midst of a world of dancers
It's time for us all to stand hushed
In the cathedral of silence waiting at the river's end
