Bruno Pelletier - The Feast of Fools | Текст песни

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• Bruno Pelletier
• The Feast of Fools

The feast of fools, the feast of fools.
The feast of fools, the feast of fools.

I'll show you how to run,
this noble feast of fool.
I know we'll have some fun,
I'll show you all the rules.

The feast of fools, the feast of fools.

Pick out the ugliest,
amongst the faces here.
The worst face is the best,
the face that children fear.

Of all the ones who try,
the one who make us sick.
From lips to nose to eye
that's who we'll have to pick.

The king of fools, the king of fools.
That's who we'll have to pick,
that's who we'll have to pick
The king of fools.

The
Feast
Of
Fools

The feast of fools, the feast of fools.
The feast of fools, the feast of fools.
The feast of fools, the feast of fools.

Those eyes that nose so thick,
that tongue that hangs and licks.
The face that makes us sick,
that's who we'll have to pick.

The king of fools, the king of fools.
That's who we'll have to pick,
that's who we'll have to pick.
The king of fools.

The ringer of the bells,
that hump upon his back.
That face right out of hell,
Quasimodo we like.

It's Esmeralda's name
that makes his poor heart tick.
He's twisted deaf and lame
that's who we'll have to pick

The king of fools, the king of fools.
That's who we'll have to pick,
that's who we'll have to pick.
Quasimodo!

That's who we'll have to pick,
that's who we'll have to pick.
The king of fools

That's who we'll have to pick,
that's who we'll have to pick.
Quasimodo!
The king of fools!