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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...

Get out, your bloody...

Take my heart...