Calling all you sinners
To this Feast of Fools
Where the tables all get turned
And we're breaking all the rules
So put your best dress on
And come and be made new
When the master breaks the bread
And pours the wine
At the Feast of Fools
Where the king waits on the guests
The Feast of Fools
Where the greatest are the least
The Feast of Fools
Where the last become the best
And the broken are the blessed
At the feast, the Feast of Fools
Calling all you thirsty to
Come and taste and see
The tables are all laid out
With milk and honey
And all you have to pay to eat
Is just your heart's poverty
When the Master breaks the bread
And pours the wine
At the Feast of Fools
Where the king waits on the guests
The Feast of Fools
Where the greatest are the least
The Feast of Fools
Where the last become the best
And the broken are the blessed
At the feast, the Feast of Fools
Calling all you vagabonds
To come and have a seat
The table's overflowing
With good things to eat
And all it takes to be here
Is to let him wash your feet
When the Master breaks the bread
And pours the wine
At the Feast of Fools
Where the king waits on the guests
The Feast of Fools
Where the greatest are the least
The Feast of Fools
Where the last become the best
And the broken are the blessed
At the feast...
Where the king waits on the guests
The Feast of Fools
Where the greatest are the least
The Feast of Fools
Where the last become the best
And the broken are the blessed
At the Feast of Fools
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