(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 of 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   While sit aside to cool   You fool, you fool...