You Fool

(Martha Sharp)



Your walls are lined with pictures

Of your triumphs through the years

Your doors is bolted tight

Against all wordly want and fear

But you left your passion and your pain

With your first love back in school

You fool you, fool.



In your penthouse high from the dirty streets

I swear you'll never find

The answers to the questions

That muddy up your mind

For your window shades are drawn

Upon the wicked and the cruel

You fool, you fool.



You give your share of charity

Without a second thought

And you are kind to animals

For that's what you've been taught

But all your real emotion

You proudly overrule

You fool, you fool.



You've planned your life so carefully

For society's delight

And still you can't quite understand

Why things just don't seem right

It's a love made fresh out homemade bread

While sit aside to cool

You fool, you fool...