Be Cruel to the Fool


Ha, ha, ha, look at the fool,
We made him think that he was kewl,
But back behind our knives went stab,
and now he's holy but not so fab,
We know he's nice to have around,
Everyone likes the funny clown,
makes you feel good, but then you tire,
Throw another coal on the fire,
He's all used up so we can skewer him,
And laugh all day at how we barbecued him,
and then when he's done all charred and black,
we'll throw him away in a rubbish sack.
Then we can miss him feel real bad,
But we never did kiss him,
then, why are we sad?
Oh well, he's gone, so not to worry,
If we need him back he'll come in a hurry,
That's what makes a fool so nice,
cause we can burn him more than twice,
and call him back till we tire again
and he will always think we're friends,
Don't care at all if he's alone,
He's just a dog, throw him a bone,
He'll lay tied to his chain,
and we're ok, we feel no pain.