Fixx (The)
Fool
A sort of place you don't often findA quiet room to go out of your mindWill you excuse me whilst I confideI've found a place where I can hideLights out by nine as a ruleOne grey blanket and a stoolAngels fear to tread where stands the foolBut the air is warm, and the walls are coolSo I'm kept away, so here I'll stayEven the judges kneel and prayI am the winner in any event, SNAP!Who was the man who said society's bent?So I'm locked away in my padded cocoonA square of hell where nightmares bloomArmageddon couldn't come too soonBut if it only meant that I could leave this roomHere stands the Fool
From Letras Mania