many a truest word has been spoken by the jester standing against the tide is the noblest of gestures it s the little pearls of wisdom that tumble from the light that makes us laugh until we cry because we know that they are right within the strangest people truth can find the strangest home so meet me in the village where all we idiots go bring on the clowns the jokers and buffoons i ve had the time of my life and the life of my times in the company of fools i m wading through the quicksand in the gardens of the gentry blooming vacuity leaves mind and pockets empty in the social order i accept the bottom rung until the wine is pouring and the lord commands a song meet me at the staff door when the posers all go home we ll gather with the other fools and put on a proper show so here s to the poorest poet who always pens the truth players writers and gypsies the minstrels and their tunes i d rather live an honest lifetime with those with nothing to lose than waste a night knee deep in shite that s polished slick to look just right i d rather live a lifetime in the company of fools within the strangest people truth can find the strangest home so meet me in the village where all we idiots go