(Martha Sharp)      Your walls are lined with pictures of your triumphs through the years   Your doors is bolted tight against all wordly want and fear   But you left your passion and your pain with your first love back in school   You fool, you fool.      In your penthouse high from the dirty streets I swear you'll never find   The answers to the questions that muddy up your mind   For your window shades are drawn upon the wicked and the cruel   You fool, you fool.      You give your share the charity without a second thought   And you are kind to animals for that's what you've been taught   But all your real emotion you proudly overrule   You fool, you fool.      You've planned your life so carefully for society's delight   And still you can't quite understand why things just don't seem right   It's a love made fresh out homemade bread will sat aside to cool   You fool, you fool, you fool...