Grateful Dead - Heaven Help The Fool Lyrics
I was born in a flatland, USA and all my dreams led me to L.A.Another chase of rags to riches, I learned to throw some fancy pitches.I found out what ain't and which is just exactly cool, well all rightHeaven help the fool, heaven help the foolGot a place in Malibu like you never seenPicking out your lady friend from Penthouse magazineYou oughta see the chrome gleam on my Mercedes all shiny and newHey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds, the boy with all the cluesNot a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not me).Ooh, I'm a hyper-supervisor, fast driver, star driver (fool).Heaven help the fool, professional "gimme-fiver", heaven help the fool.Anything you could want to be you can buy, even get it freeMake yourself a smoother dancer, fill your head with answers.Never a backward glancer, it's you who makes the rules (aah).Heaven help the fool, heaven help the foolNo, no, never a backward glancer, (fool), heaven help the fool.I meet alot of pentagram, heart of the star (that's what you are)You can trade your soul for an electric guitarOoh, not a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not me)And when they offer golden apples, are you sure you'll refuse?Heaven help the fool, are you sure you'll refuse it? Heaven help the foolIt's like a deaf man dancing or a blind man shooting poolHeaven help the fool, heaven help the fool