The Fools Who Were Our Guides

The fools who were our guides,
pacified, by madness
The men who lead our lives
they all say we're going nowhere

Our youth, drowning out of sight
the future was bright, now its alright
Our past, not as good as we'd hoped
the times seemed good, but now they don't

The fools who were our guides
tranquilized, by gold
The women who make us cry
they all know we're nowhere

And we hope, that someday
we will find the path, make our way
and I know it's OK
the sun never sets on me