Oh Father, you created a fool
the King of the Fools
I see how the others live
and I see they aren't fools
so why me, Father?
must I walk this to the grave?
he was a good man
he was ok
he was always connected
he was quite crazy
he didn't leave much
someone will throw away the film strips
most of them
most of them are shit
most of them are worthless
most of them are far too honest
most of them are topic overkill
some will sit in a museum somewhere
he found other people interesting
cliche for the wrong era
what a strange man
the portraits are really quite boring
I can hear them already
hackles raised I'll bite back
from the grave
you self-obsessed uninspired fools!
but the real fool is me
(was me)
I should have gone normal
shot the countryside
and other peoples houses
naked girls and porsches
taken on all the weddings
WE WANT OUR PICTURES!
ONLY MAKE ME LOOK BEAUTIFUL!
but the foolish soul runs deep
so after the sad old man I creep
a boy's skateboard knuckles are torn
I stand at the back
because I love the portrait
of the face I'll never see
Father, I'm a fool.