Poor Fools

Poor Fools
It’s a strong love.
The better to rob them for...
The better to rob them for
all they’re worth.
It’s a long line.
We’re standing here at the end.
We’re standing here at the end.
So let’s cut.

It’s a black tie,
a little white collar lie...
a little white collar lie.
No sweat.
It’s a good deal.
We made it with our old friends.
They never were our old friends
till we sold.
It’s a conscience.
Twist it until you love...
twist it until you love
yourself.
And when the air’s gone
the first to the mountain top...
the first to the mountain top
stands alone.
Another little light goes out.
A day’s gone by.
It’s a strong love.
The better to rob them for...
The better to rob them for
all they’re worth.
It’s a strong love,
the kind that they’re dying for...
the kind that they’re dying for.
Poor fools.