The Fixx - The Fool lyrics

A sort of place you don't often find A quiet room to go out of your mind Will you excuse me whilst I confide I've found a place where I can hide Lights out by nine as a rule One grey blanket and a stool Angels fear to tread where stands the fool But the air is warm, and the walls are cool So I'm kept away, so here I'll stay Even the judges kneel and pray I am the winner in any event, SNAP! Who was the man who said society's bent? So I'm locked away in my padded cocoon A square of hell where nightmares bloom Armageddon couldn't come too soon But if it only meant that I could leave this room Here stands the Fool