April's Fool Lyrics - Quinton Cook

Christmas has gone and he packed his sled. 

The feast is done, the mistletoe decayed. 

Little Timmy said Lord bless us in every way. 

Now only clearance sales and dusty stars remain. 

A few of us thought we would never see New Year's eve. 

But it's the Lord's way of showing us there's still lots to give. 

Epiphany starts thinking it's time to get my way, 

but January already hitched a ride on December's sled. 

Now February is a gambler he likes to play his cupid games. 

But if you lose March will be there to help you pick up the remains. 

And once you've seen you've lost against January's dual, 

you'll realize why you've turned into April's little fool. 

May June July they pass like drivers in a race. 

A euphemism for the people in their working stage. 

A constant chase for a pinch of time and a small amount of space, 

It's difficult to accept that half the year has taken place. 

Now August makes you think of all the silly things you do, 

be it your escapes, big mistakes or the lifestyle that you choose. 

Its intent to make you a laughing stock in the public's eye, 

and makes you feel it's better not to even try. 

To be what is in your heart. 

To be what is in your heart. 

To do what you feel inside. 

And that's how September keeps you in line. 

October makes you think if it was at least a good idea, 

to follow the norms that the powerful put out for us this year. 

And that's when November turns around and says to you my dear. 

Do not follow the ignorance of the narrow minded rules, 

there will always be people who disagree with the things you do. 

So rather go back to April and be a little fool.