Fools - The Aikiu

Drowning in polyester

Shouting from the ghetto blaster

Your voice again

How come my ayes won’t shut anymore

Such a struggle it feels like war

Baby please don’t spread

This radioactive rood in my head

And we must be fools

Cause one day soon it’s over

And we must be fools

Now I can feel December

I hear something

Footsteps on a volcano

Cracking and splitting

I hear steps

Dull steps

Your machine gun hides the sun

Baby chill baby chill

I wonder how it feels

Watching the world through serene eyes

Now this is what I seek

Baby chill baby chill

I want to stop this film

I’m giving up

Hear the siren’s sounds

It all became obscene

And we must be fools

If we can’t handle this

Yes we must be fools

If we can’t repair this