The Fool

Boots on

Fucking gone

And everyone, knows there's no saving me

So jaded, cross-faded

Can I feel, a false reality?

And why should I be sorry now?

They never know the words anyhow

Pour another gin and sprite

Doing cocaine after midnight

Check yourself, there's faces all around

No sweat

I'm cool with it

And their thoughts don't mean shit

Yeah I stopped listening

I tore my clothes, bloodied my nose

I'm mutinous, a modern day James Dean

And why should I be sorry now?

They never know the words anyhow

Pour another gin and sprite

Doing cocaine after midnight

Check yourself, there's faces all around

Seeking for substance to say what I mean

Contemporaries cultured through a box with a screen

Shoot down their stares cause' I'm making my own rules

Find me on the hill with all of the other fools

Oh why should I be sorry now?

They never know the words anyhow

Pour another gin and sprite

Doing cocaine after midnight

Check yourself, there's faces all around

And no

I'm not sorry now

They never know the words anyhow

Pour another gin and sprite

Doing cocaine after midnight

Check yourself, there's faces all around