Ring the silver bells The crowd swells it’s true The magician speaks And the jester leaps to you Laugh laugh the truth is at hand Laugh laugh the truth is at hand Outside the window there’s a stirring in the air But no one cares It’s just the wind and leaves The jester fades from view The celebration is through The magician sleeps In the window creeps the Truth So slow that no one sees but you So slow that no one sees you Last week a car ran over Billie Pennyworth It was a shame They asked a lot of things but no reporters came