Fool Out Of Me

Rank these woods Where lost ispiration Ain't that a barrel full of laughs Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table Where they fall hungry on your land Whatever became of the seed that once grew in your hand And the darts where you fingers did bleed and the rush to your head Oh ya won't no no you won't make a fool outa me Worse things break that are made of elastic And im no puppet on your show You won't sing when the singer is songless Another notch in your fat belt But green is the heart of your greed That much I can tell you may think you're the captain of me But im your coffinship from hell