Morten Harket: A jester in our town

Athenians sleep like a sluggish old horse but I am the fly that bites them I know the spots where it stings them the worst it makes them so cross to be roused from their rest that they throw me out like an unbidden guest for doing for them what god thinks the best You can rage at and beat me, or wish I was dead by murdering me you can stay safe in bed but as long as there's breath left in me still the story I'll tell will be: Just think: Yourself! Your inner voice is the guide you should heed their reason tells everyone what they need to do what is right, that's the ticket, and shun all that's evil and wicked A jester in our town! A jester in our town! A teasing and buzzing and sharp biting fly who's asking his questions so keen and so sly and heaven help the puzzled replier for he will end up in the mire Wisest is he who knows that in fact he knows nothing at all but places his trust in his inner voice relying on thought to give birth to his choice for he'll keep his spirit untainted though hades itself torment it A jester in our town! A jester in our town! A teasing and buzzing and keen biting fly who floors every idiot as easy as pie and heaven help the puzzled replier for he will end up in the mire Who floors every idiot as easy as pie and heaven help the puzzled replier for he will end up in the mire! Will end up in a mire! Will end up in a mire! A jester in our town! A jester in our town! A teasing and buzzing and keen biting fly who floors every idiot as easy as pie and heaven help the puzzled replier and heaven help the puzzled replier and heaven help the puzzled replier for he will end up in the mire! The mire! The mire! Good health!