Willin' Fool

Isn't it funny?
Funny to think
I once believed you
I thought you were being straightBut what a bad joke
Well, it's always the same
With one hand you offer
While the other slaps my faceYou, you
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin' fool
Out of meSo there you sit
In the great city of kicks
Your apologetic fingers
Fumbling with a pack of cigarettesYour good intentions
As hollow as your eyes
Yeah, you paint your world
With brilliant liesYou, you
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin' fool
Out of meThe last time that I saw you
I was dangling from a ledge
You posed quickly for a picture
Just before I lost my gripYou kind a remind me of those
Psychos in a German film
Yeah, you're that cool, smirking weirdo
With the voices in his headVoices in his head
Voices in his head
Voices in his, voices in his
Voices in his headYou
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin', made a willin', made a willin' fool
Out of me