Lyrics The Fool - The Choir

The Fool

Well hey, aren’t you the brazen one
Swimming naked in a lake
Oblivious in the darkness
To venomous snakes
If you haven’t learned by now
You will never, never learn
Just keep dancing near the fire
Until your sorry feet get burned
What great penance is required
To rehabilitate the criminal
What suffering will inspire
The education of a fool
How many lashes will it take
To motivate the reprobate
Rolling in the cool mud
Like a happy-go-lucky mule
It’s a far cry too late to atone
It’s a far cry too late to atone
You’re fresh out of loopholes
Bereft of mercies to be shown
You’re on the run with a smoking pistol
And no sense to hide
You’ve got a horse with a heart of gold
Too forlorn to ride
You’re holding a stick of dynamite
Dying to set her off
Better blow that bridge to kingdom come
If you make it across
What great penance is required
To rehabilitate the criminal
What suffering will inspire
The education of a fool
How many lashes will it take
To motivate the reprobate
Rolling in the cool mud
Like a happy-go-lucky mule
It’s a far cry too late to atone
It’s a far cry too late to atone
You’re fresh out of loopholes
Bereft of mercies to be shown
It’s a far cry too late to atone
It’s a far cry too late to atone
You’re fresh out of loopholes
Bereft of mercies to be shown