Isn't it funny?
Funny to think
I once believed you
I thought you were being straight

But what a bad joke
Well, it's always the same
With one hand you offer
While the other slaps my face

You, you
Made a willin' fool
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
Yeah, you paint your world
With brilliant lies

You, you
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin' fool
Out of me

The last time that 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
Yeah, you're that cool, smirking weirdo
With the voices in his head

Voices in his head
Voices in his head
Voices in his, voices in his
Voices in his head

You
Made a willin' fool
Made a willin', made a willin', made a willin' fool
Out of me