Pulling the wool
Over their eyes
A wolf in sheep's clothing
The perfect disguise
Tricked a tradesman
With a tired excuse
Biding my time
While they tighten the noose
Can't let them get me
Knock them outta their boots
Hit them from behind
Or I'll be the cooked goose
Fool me once
Now I'm done
I'm a loaded gun
I've had enough
Of this goddamn
Pomp and circumstance
Fly like bat
In the night
Without a trace
Ready to dance
Like a devil
To another world
Until I find
A place to
Hang my head
Waited for the moment
Looked left I went right
A pupil with purpose
Just stay out of the light
Held my appetite
For as long as I could
Just one bite
Might do more harm than good
Fool me once
Now I'm done
I'm a loaded gun
I've had enough
Of this goddamn
Pomp and circumstance
Fly like a bat
In the night
Without a trace
Ready to dance
Like a vandal
To another world
Until I find
A place to
Hang my head
They say I'm a fool
But I know the truth
Age is wasted
Wasted on the youth
Used to this life now
It's buried down deep
Patiently waiting
Cicada's asleep
Sheep or a wolf
Decadent tool
Jury's decided
That I might be the fool