Jester

Just 'cause you're dressed up like a rodeo clown A succulent in the desert using spikes to keep out What the water kept in, so when the makeup grew thin Oh, the kiss the sun left was a burn But I heard what you're singing Is the song of the season Yeah, I heard what you're singing Is the song of the season Yeah You're a clown and a cactus, you're a kiss and a curse You're an offering left out so God will assure I won't ever catch my reflection in your eye Oh, baby, you're a jester out of work But I heard what you're singing Is the song of the season Yeah, I heard what you're singing Is the song of the season Yeah Jester out of work, of work, of work Jester out of work, of work, of work Jester out of work, of work, of work Jester out of work, of work, of work Jester out of—