Hand Of Fools - The Cross

Streets echo the last retreat

Dust falls to the ground

A mother cries help

While walking in paradise

Look around and you’ll see

We’re stripping it bare

Soon there’ll be no place to turn

Who plays the hand of fools

With who’s God given right

It’s out of control

Don’t it show

While profit oils the big machines

And we’re short changed the facts

Where does it stop

The lifeblood is slipping away every day

And who plays the hand of fools

With who’s God given right

It’s out of control

It’s out of control

And who plays the hand of fools

In a war torn and savage place

It’s out of control

And it chills to the bone

And who plays the hand of fools

With who’s God given right

It’s out of control

It’s out of control

And who plays the hand of fools

In a war torn and savage place

It’s out of control

And it chills to the bone

And who plays the hand of fools

With who’s God given right

It’s out of control

It’s out of control

Za za zoo