the slaps - 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 dеvil’s in the broadcast
what’s a face in the masquеrade?
yes yes
the devil’s in the broadcast
what’s a face? and what’s the race?
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