King of Fools

Ferdinand, a human-devil walking among men Filled up with the greedy lust to own up all the land He cut their bellies open thinking they had swallowed jewels When he watched the blood flow onto the naked ground Do you think he knew? He was the king of fools I bet it hurt I might know how he felt For I saw the Madonna in a little southern town She could move like fire yet she wore an earthly gown When I looked into her eyes I knew I was lost I had wasted all I tasted And there I sat: Fat, dumb, bloated The king of fools You bet it hurt Now I watch the fighting over the womb of the earth Spilling blood for proverbs that they neither side have learned And I see a bunch of children fighting over toys How long must they die and die and die To satisfy the king of fools?