I am a fucking fool
thrown around like a handy tool
I sit and wait for orders
To solve everyone else's problems
But at the end of the day
And pretty much to my dismay
I lie awake at night
Thinking why oh why must we fight
Can we never set things right
Or must we land up in plights
As I sleep and in my dreams
I can't rest in peace or so it seems
If being a tool is what I am
Then I'm that fucking fool. God damn