Fool of the Wicked Kind

Fool of the Wicked Kind - Trip Shakespeare/Matt Wilson

What have you done for the world

I held a flame in her hand

I touched the ball of her eye

Fool of the Wicked Kind

You left her name in the wind

I left a stone on her hand

I gave my name to a child

Born in the cold and blind

Good heavens

I hear

You hear a horn from the road

You hear

I hear the hounds of the past

They bark and howl from behind

Cold to my words and blind

Good heavens

I fear

You fear that it's cold outside

You left

I left her name in the wind

You did the same for a child

Truth have I been unkind

What have you done for the world

I left a stone on her hand

I gave my name to a child

Born in the cold and blind

Good heavens

I hear

You hear a horn from the road

You hear

I left the hounds of the past

They bark and howl from behind

Cold to my words and blind

I hear

You hear that it's cold outside

You left

I left her name in the wind

You did the same for a child

Truth have I been unkind

What have you done for the world

Fool of the Wicked Kind