Willin' Fool Lyrics

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