The Fool — текст песни (Fixx)

A sort of place you don`t often find
A quiet room to go out of your mind
Will you excuse me whilst I confide
I`ve found a place where I can hide
Lights out by nine as a rule
One grey blanket and a stool
Angels fear to tread where stands the fool
But the air is warm, and the walls are cool
So I`m kept away, so here I`ll stay
Even the judges kneel and pray
I am the winner in any event, SNAP!
Who was the man who said society`s bent?
So I`m locked away in my padded cocoon
A square of hell where nightmares bloom
Armageddon couldn`t come too soon
But if it only meant that I could leave this room
Here stands the Fool