Fool’s Paradise

last night around the time
when the queues were nowhere near fine
and the streets were filled with red and blue lights
it was nettlesome
i wouldn’t call it bright

when the air smelled of dripping dreams
thanks to the uniform and diffident queens
waiting in lines eagerly to pass the man
just to make memories
they themselves won’t be a fan

to do things tonight
that can’t be done tomorrow day
to tell a story that’s alright
and leave behind the horrors of grey

but don’t let all this
make a fool out of you

this town’s a different town today
this town’s a different town to what it was last night
you couldn’t have done that on a sunday
of course not

now don’t let all that pretty face
give you butterflies around your base

that girl’s a different girl today
i said, that girl’s a different girl to what you kissed last night
you couldn’t have done that on a sunday
of course not

but i can’t say the same for those presumptuous non-settling monkey suits
i just can’t

last night what we talked about
it made so much sense
but now the haze has ascended
it doesn’t make any sense anymore