There was a fuss then a gust amongst the villagers in the night There was an uncanny disorder that seemed to fall by the darkness in the sky Then the jester and his court gathered at his side Women and children, farmers and tribe, they and his knights in blackened armor There was a feast, then a ball that rocked'em all night fuckin' long There was a cheerful glee in their eyes five hundred people wide And they drank throughout the night, the fat lady sang, the cow jumped over the moon The mouse ran up the clock to whistle a friendly tune Why can't it be, the way it used to be Free living, insanity The way it used to be In the (k)night stood firm courageous pasts In the women, it showed that children had plentied their lives Where in brass upon his throne he sat, he recognized this village was his own Through all the battles of time