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?