Isn't it funny Funny to think I once believed you I thought you were being straight But what a bad joke It's always the same With one hand you offer While the other slaps my face You You made a willin' fool out of me So there you sit In the great city of kicks Your apologetic fingers Fumbling with a pack of cigarettes Your good intentions As hollow as your eyes Yea you paint your world With brilliant lies You You made a willin' fool out of me The last time I saw you I was dangling from a ledge You posed quickly for a picture Just before I lost my grip You kind a remind me Of those psychos in a German film You're that cool smirking weirdo With the voices in his head Voices in his head Voices in his Voices in his Voices in his head You You made a willin' fool out of me