There’s a dream of mine.
It’s a little out there,
And it doesn’t fit their design.
So I’ve played the game,
Again and again
Because who am I to dream,
When dreams are for fools?
But if I had a choice,
I’d rather be a fool
Than your disposable tool.
There’s a dream of mine.
It’s a little out there,
And it doesn’t fit their design.
So I’ve played the game,
Again and again
Because who am I to dream,
When dreams are for fools?
But if I had a choice,
I’d rather be a fool
Than your disposable tool.
