They have killed the great Sun-Jester,
Who danced between the stars,
They have stripped him of his manhood,
Signs of Venus and of Mars,
The cynics left him weeping,
And the Jackals left him torn,
And the jester reaches out blind hands,
He can touch the stars no more.

And he danced for us,
And he laughed for us,
And he gave us all he had,
He was Jesus, he was Jonas,
He was good and he was bad.

He took the stars in his hands,
And as he scattered them he'd shout,
«I'm the Joker of the Universe,
I'm what it's all about!»
Now he's dying in his dream,
And the hard me dragged him down,
They have killed the Great Sun Jester,
They have killed the Fireclown.

Now his blind eyes seek the starlight,
And his fingers seek controls,
To take him into space again,
Where he was both young and old.
The Dancer's stiff with pain,
They've made him kneel too long,
And the madness they have driven out,
They've left him cold and sane.

And he'll never sing his songs again,
He'll never dance between the stars again,
He'll never laugh again,
No, He'll never, ever laugh again.

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