What Else Could I Be But a Jester

[00:16.89] What else could he be but a jester?
[00:18.37] In a make-out session with aggression
[00:20.61] Putting morals into question, seven minutes in heaven
[00:23.01] Every twenty-four hours I'm raffling
[00:25.52] Handprint on my face and nobody smacked me
[00:28.53] A ghostly caress on my cheek has me laughing and gagging
[00:32.01] Hear my body fucking bragging
[00:33.80] About the brain that's still lagging
[00:38.60] Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
[00:41.17] Flip it to the next page, letters all stacked on each other
[00:44.12] Lost touch with a goal
[00:45.91] Vision is blurred, ran straight into a pole
[00:48.04] Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
[00:50.71] Flip it to the next page, letters all stacked on each other
[00:53.89] Lost touch with a goal
[00:55.45] Vision is blurred, ran straight into a pole
[00:59.09] I was in Chicken Run, that's why I'm here now
[01:01.71] So many stories, yeah, so much drama, wow
[01:04.33] Everyone treats me like an old smoke stack
[01:06.68] Like the tilted brim of a Party City hat
[01:09.27] Can't get a word in, can't get nothing down
[01:11.75] Nothing on paper except the layout of this ghost town
[01:14.54] I write Tonapah cleverly
[01:17.70] Like Goldfield's elderly
[01:19.42] Wobbling down a brick road, I hunt for my reflection
[01:22.01] No more algorithm when I'm in the rhythm section
[01:24.65] Mental inspection always searching for perfection
[01:27.21] Like Halloween candy, I give out brilliant affection
[01:29.89] Creeping around the city, whip around the corner
[01:32.61] Pull up to a Dell, let me take your order
[01:35.38] Peekin' out my window, see a hearse doing donuts
[01:37.94] Time to close the shutters, time to close the shutters
[01:40.62] Elevator to the bottom of my ribcage
[01:42.86] Flip it to the next page, letters all stacked on each other
[01:45.98] Lost touch with a goal
[01:47.45] Vision is blurred, ran straight into a pole