The idea of a world run by clowns like my friends and me blows my mind. I am almost certain we would destroy the planet due to a lack of discipline, respect, and order. But if you write a song about that, you end up sounding an awful lot like Twisted Sister. And nobody wants that. Nobody. Take that same idea, have it take place somewhere deep in the annals of histroy, inject it with a medieval vernacular, and it almost sounds respectable. Premise: World falls apart when run by jokers. Jack up the metaphor of "playing around" by making a playing card analogy of said feudal system - just in case it wasn't obvious enough. You know, "dealing" with "jokers" and all. Here's a start...
Jokers Fall / House of Cards
Kings are walking through the croft and guard the market square
Locking peasants up in stocks while queens watch from upstairs
And over all the madness as the knaves they sharpen knives
Pacing, waiting for the day when they'll lay down their lives
The only two refusing suits who sit above the court
A pair of jokers living high above a trembling floor
In the distance from the bastion
Rising danger draws attraction
Soon enough this chain reaction
Attacks them at their door
And trick by trick the games you play
Will bring you down
And brick by brick this house of cards
Is coming down
Jokers Fall / House of Cards
Kings are walking through the croft and guard the market square
Locking peasants up in stocks while queens watch from upstairs
And over all the madness as the knaves they sharpen knives
Pacing, waiting for the day when they'll lay down their lives
The only two refusing suits who sit above the court
A pair of jokers living high above a trembling floor
In the distance from the bastion
Rising danger draws attraction
Soon enough this chain reaction
Attacks them at their door
And trick by trick the games you play
Will bring you down
And brick by brick this house of cards
Is coming down
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