All those jesters I hate still come to my throne Treading briskly my way. Leave me whole alone! They want more, more money, they want me to pray Oh, no - that's not funny, never let them stay
Please, give us, Your Majesty, a chance to be your slave If you'll not help us we cannot live, we're in the grave What shall we do if you leave us without your grace We beg you - and promise to give smile to your sad face
Get out, you bloody suckers! Get out and go to hell! You jesters, stupid fuckers! Empty like churches bell!
You have built your court for Christ, not for artists living here You don't want to compromise, giving us a lot of fear You care only for your eyes, saying "no" to people here You want fly to paradise - never you'll be so lucky!
All those jesters...
Please, give us...
Take my heart - be my unbeliever Take my soul - be my only one Take my dreams - be my restless fever Take my kiss - be what has begun...