Fool

[Verse 1] 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 (Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Ah, ah, ah, ah) [Chorus] Yes, yes (Yes, yes) The devil's in the broadcast What's a face (What's a face?) In the masquerade? Yes, yes (Yes, yes) The devil's in the broadcast What's a face? (What's a face?) And what's the race? Drivin' in the pitch black With no instinct or alarm (In the backseat of thе car) The blood can smell the asphalt (That's a fool on his way) [Chorus] Yеs, yes (Yes, yes) The devil's in the broadcast What's a face (What's a face?) In the masquerade? Yes, yes (Yes, yes) The devil's in the broadcast What's a face? (What's a face?) What's the race?