Suzanne Vega - Fool’s Complaint lyrics

rate me

How I hate the Queen of Pentacles

Sitting on her golden throne

In her domestic tyranny

All roads lead back to her alone

The whole wide world is a great big drain

With the vortex as her heart

Her needs, her wants, her wishes and whims

All take precedence on this chart

But what do I know?

My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool

That merry rootless man

With air beneath my footstep

And providence as my plan

Providence as my plan

Oh, it’s such expensive innocence

Never knowing any cost

She throws around her finery

For us to fetch when it gets lost

But what do I know?

My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool

That merry rootless man

With air beneath my footstep

And providence as my plan

Providence as my plan

What do I know?

My card’s the fool, the fool, the fool

That merry rootless man

With air beneath my footstep

And providence as my plan

Providence as my plan