Willin' Fool

Isn't it funny

Funny to think

I once believed you

I thought you were being straight

But what a bad joke

It's always the same

With one hand you offer

While the other slaps my face

You

You made a willin' fool out of me

So there you sit

In the great city of kicks

Your apologetic fingers

Fumbling with a pack of cigarettes

Your good intentions

As hollow as your eyes

Yea you paint your world

With brilliant lies

You

You made a willin' fool out of me

The last time I saw you

I was dangling from a ledge

You posed quickly for a picture

Just before I lost my grip

You kind a remind me

Of those psychos in a German film

You're that cool smirking weirdo

With the voices in his head

Voices in his head

Voices in his

Voices in his

Voices in his head

You

You made a willin' fool out of me