Fool Lyrics

Worst kind of fool's a fool

Who don't know he's a fool

When he's fooled

But thank god I got my guardian angel

She's a mouthful

Lamb and sheep collapse

And clop along their chosen paths

Ravining through the pitch black

Screaming, hands tucked in their laps

Any fool can make a rule

And any fool will mind it

The bit's a mouthful

Yes yes

The devil's in the broadcast

What's a face in the masquerade

Yes yes

The devil's in the broadcast

What's a face

And what's the race

Driving in the pitch black

With no instinct or alarm

(Backseat of the car)

The blood can smell the asphalt

(That's a fool on his way)

Yes yes

The devil's in the broadcast

What's a face in the masquerade

Yes yes

The devil's in the broadcast

What's a face

And what's the race