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Look at that there fool,
talking lots of shine,
to turkeys in the rain,
filling heads with pride.
A fancy little fool, with fancy little ways,
churning bullshit in the butter,
because butter always pays.
But who's the bigger fool?
Is it the fool?
Is it the fool that buys the bull?
Is it the fool that buys the fool that buys the bull?
Look
at that there fool, with great dirty tricks,
dancing around the room,
or farting in the breeze,
friends huffing down,
like it's American
cheese.
So who's the bigger fool?
Is it the fool?
Is it the fool that buys the bull?
Is
it the fool that buys the fool that buys the bull?
Or the fool that buys the fool that buys
That deaf fool,
still thick and shy,
If he don't get his way,
he'll glitch and piss and whine.
He can't complete a sentence,
can barely complete a thought,
Mouths are full of lies,
he thinks his tongue would surely rot.
Ha ha ha ha.
But who's the bigger fool?
Is it the fool?
Is it the fool?
Impossible.
Is it the fool?
Impossible.
Impossible.
The fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool,
the fool.
Ha ha ha ha.
That's the fool right there.