tell me how big must one joke be, before there's no one left who can even see it's just a joke and tell me how old a joke can get, before we're too ashamed to admit that we missed it how many roads must the joker walk, before ridicule replaces talk completely and how many clowns can walk a land, before we suspect some strange kind of plan is unfolding his painted face and his twisted smile, his cartoon evil entertains the child we like it simple or we feel betrayed, this is the house that the Joker made an old black man sitting on a wheel says, the n******gs of the house war with n******gs of the field- you see it comin? The joke is that they seem to think they're free, and that a n******g that he gotta be black like me, they missed the joke in the middle of the farm sits the company store, but we can never work off our debts no more, now can we? Disguised in nothing nut a business suit, the Joker waves sitting on his loot and the Riddler riddles and he twiddles and rhymes, til we're entranced by the art of his crimes the paperboy dutifully delivers his verse, but the riddler relieved him of his purse Tell me just how mean that a joke can be, before we're forced to call it cruelty methinks pretty mean the simple will be made to suffer the most, on their knees they accept the host on their tongues the sacrifices of everyday, will not be acknowledged in any way sorry to say but let it be known they are not in vain, there must be many strikes before the beast is slain shine on and the Joker's comes in all preaching-up Christ, a beautiful diamond, an elaborate heist and all he takes will need to be relearned, just another trick that the joker turned