Heaven Help The Fool Lyrics - Grateful Dead

I was born in a flatland, USA 

And all my dreams led me to L.A. 

Another chase of rags to riches 

I learned to throw some fancy pitches 

I found out what ain't and which is just exactly cool 

Well all right 

Heaven help the fool 

Heaven help the fool 

Got a place in Malibu 

Like you never seen 

Picking out your lady friend 

From Penthouse magazine 

You oughta see the chrome gleam 

On my Mercedes all shiny and new 

Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds 

The boy with all the clues 

Not a pretty vanity 

(No, no, not me) 

Glorified insanity 

(No, no, not me) 

Ooh, I'm a hyper-supervisor 

Fast driver, star driver 

(Fool) 

Heaven help the fool, professional gimme-fiver 

Heaven help the fool 

Anything you could want to be 

You can buy, even get it free 

Make yourself a smoother dancer 

Fill your head with answers 

Never a backward glancer 

It's you who makes the rules 

Heaven help the fool 

Heaven help the fool 

No, no, never a backward glancer 

(Fool) 

Heaven help the fool 

I meet alot of pentagram 

Heart of the star that's what you are 

You can trade your soul 

For an electric guitar 

Ooh, not a pretty vanity 

(No, no, not me) 

Glorified insanity 

(No, no, not me) 

And when they offer golden apples 

Are you sure you'll refuse? 

Heaven help the fool, are you sure you'll refuse it? 

Heaven help the fool 

It's like a deaf man dancing 

Or a blind man shooting pool 

Heaven help the fool 

Heaven help the fool