Day after day, alone on the hill, The man with the grin is keeping perfectly still. nobody wants to know him, Thay can see that he's just a fool. And he never gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill, See the going down. And the in his head, See the worl spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud, The man of a voices, talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever him, Or the sound he apears to make. And he never seems to know this...
the fool on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.
nobody seems to like Thay can tell vhat he wants to do. And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill, See the sun down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.