Ever wondering the things that can't be solved
I'll take the world apart
And with a dagger smile I shall, with my right hand
Rid myself of that Harlequin
Laugh for the audience pagliacci
for the world is your stage
and you are the fool
Tra la la la la, tra la la la.
Never could figure what to do with thyself
sitting in a imaginary throne
while trying hard at playing David and Goliath
with the sky overhead.
Maybe that is when the silver turned tarnished
and the copper warped
When the pot cracked in your head
and bathed thee with hysterics
Cry for the world pagliacci
for they will never understand
or is that the other way around?
Tra la la la la, tra la la la.
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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