Fools
Composer(s): Brown; Larry Wallis
Performer(s): Motörhead



This is a song for all you managers
and agents out there
Are ya listening? Good!

They take your money, break your soul
They say it's only rock 'n' roll
They think they're cool to wheel and deal
Without a thought to how we feel
They pick you up and drop you flat
Then tell you life can be like that
You blew it all the day you signed
Your stupid name on some dotted line
We hate the men, who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

They say we need them it ain't true
The music's down to me and you
We play their games, play real nice
We gotta hear their dumb advice
We hate the men, who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

So many lies, they get confused
You start to feel you're being used
If ten percent is all they take
What happens to all the bread you make?
Every day it gets a little harder
Just to keep on keeping on
Do we really need all this bullshit
So long now all the thrill has gone
We hate the men, who make the rules
The ones who always try so hard to make us look like Fools!

It's so hard to make us look like you!