The Fool Lyrics

Read my Hamsa hand, cobalt blue

Helene the psychic who sees right through

The crystal ball hadn't a clue

I don't know what I'm going to do

Throw the bones and I'll beat the drum

To the tune of no need for a hired gun

The smoke choked, I spoke, they always shun

No hope; I'll bring the boat down with everyone

High Priestess with the crown and a grin

I'm The Fool, the Jack that can't win

The Grim Reaper left 'cause he'd already been

The Magician says, now try again

I climbed the Tower all the way to the top

I watched my kerosene lantern drop

I am the Madwoman but in my story a prop

They beat me but when I rise they'll top