Great Horned Jester

Here lives the fuckers in a hole
He’s crying (I’m surprised he’s ever not)
Why did you expect me now
When I could have come in earlier
You have not the right to know

I must have been mixed up in more lives than one
I must have been beheaded while I was drunk
I have got the teacher in my arms and my neck
You can tell who taught me by the horn on my head