Bob Weir - Heaven Help the Fool lyrics

I was born in Flatland, U.S.A. And all my dreams lead me to L.A. Another case of rags to riches I learned to throw some fancy pitches And I found out what ain't, and which is Just exactly cool Heaven help the fool Guess I showed the sons of b**hes Heaven help the fool Got a place in Malibu Like you've never seen Pickin' out your lady friends From Penthouse magazine You ought to see the chrome gleam On my new Mercedes All shiny and new Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds The boy with all the clues Lotta pretty vanity No not me Glorified insanity No not me I'm a hyper-survivor, fast driver, star-driver Heaven help the fool Professional gimme-fiver Heaven help the fool Anything you want to be You can buy, even get it free Make yourself a smoother dancer Fill your head with easy answers Never a backward glancer It's you who makes the rules Heaven help the fool No, never a backward glancer Heaven help the fool The middle of a pentagram Heart of a star (what you are) You can trade your soul for an electric guitar Fool, lotta pretty vanity No, not me Fool, glorified insanity No, not me When they offer golden apples Are you sure you'll refuse? Heaven help the fool Are you sure you'll refuse? Heaven help the fool Just like a deaf man dancin' Like a blind man shootin' pool Heaven help the fool