I’ll Be Your Fool

The sound of young braves comes smashing
Through the still night air
They’re breaking the shops and factories
To vent their despair
We can you now really believe that?

We’ll I’ll be your fool
Senses are numb
Now we are over-run

So out come the stupid lovelies
The proud bright young things
Parading their fancy costumes
The dancing begins
The music is almost soothing

Well I’ll be your fool
The doing’s half done
Now we are over-numb

Well I’ll be your fool
Know me as one
Now we are o o overcome