The Jester (Our Vices)

The original jesters, the Merry Pranksters cruisin’ down the highway in their acid-mobile.

The original jesters, the Merry Pranksters cruisin’ down the highway in their acid-mobile.

We all have our vices,

Well at least I make a life of mine

Caught up in a crisis

Connecting all the little signs

For a meaning that I can’t divine

Say it or sigh it, truth it or lie it

Ever-intertwining love and fear

It’s all clear, cosmic mirror

Life’s a jester 

He laughs sickly

To confirm that this all a joke

Pointing towards a scenic route

Hills crested with the finest coke

City of fallen, so absent for the calling

Though quite prone to crawling

Should the offer arise—

Carving names 

Into Sunset sprawling 

A delusion to immortalize 

Grandeur, it shapes my finer side

So take your riches, baby use both hands

See I was on the bus and had a vision 

of this vast land

Here, they want it fast and 

Fate bends to the free 

Rifle through the folds of Lady Luck,

A gown of gold

And build yourself a cool steel city

We all take our chances 

And alternately step back in line

At least that’s this little dance of mine 

A pattern I always seem to find