The Fool - The Choir

Well hey, aren’t you the brazen one

Swimming naked in a lake

Oblivious in the darkness

To venomous snakes

If you haven’t learned by now

You will never, never learn

Just keep dancing near the fire

Until your sorry feet get burned

What great penance is required

To rehabilitate the criminal

What suffering will inspire

The education of a fool

How many lashes will it take

To motivate the reprobate

Rolling in the cool mud

Like a happy-go-lucky mule

It’s a far cry too late to atone

It’s a far cry too late to atone

You’re fresh out of loopholes

Bereft of mercies to be shown

You’re on the run with a smoking pistol

And no sense to hide

You’ve got a horse with a heart of gold

Too forlorn to ride

You’re holding a stick of dynamite

Dying to set her off

Better blow that bridge to kingdom come

If you make it across

What great penance is required

To rehabilitate the criminal

What suffering will inspire

The education of a fool

How many lashes will it take

To motivate the reprobate

Rolling in the cool mud

Like a happy-go-lucky mule

It’s a far cry too late to atone

It’s a far cry too late to atone

You’re fresh out of loopholes

Bereft of mercies to be shown

It’s a far cry too late to atone

It’s a far cry too late to atone

You’re fresh out of loopholes

Bereft of mercies to be shown