| Lyrics: | I was born in a flatland, USA and all my dreams led me to L.A.
Another chase of rags to riches,
I learned to throw some fancy pitches.
I found out what ain't and which is just exactly cool,
well all right
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the fool
Got a place in Malibu like
you never seen
Picking out your lady friend from Penthouse magazine
You oughta see the
chrome gleam on my Mercedes all shiny and new
Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds, the boy with all
the clues
Not a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not
me).
Ooh, I'm a hyper-supervisor, fast driver, star driver (fool).
Heaven help the fool,
professional "gimme-fiver", heaven help the fool.
Anything you could want to be you can
buy, even get it free
Make yourself a smoother dancer, fill your head with answers.
Never
a backward glancer, it's you who makes the rules (aah).
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the
fool
No, no, never a backward glancer, (fool), heaven help the fool.
I meet alot of
pentagram, heart of the star (that's what you are)
You can trade your soul for an electric
guitar
Ooh, not a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not
me)
And when they offer golden apples, are you sure you'll refuse?
Heaven help the fool,
are you sure you'll refuse it? Heaven help the fool
It's like a deaf man dancing or a blind man
shooting pool
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the fool |
