April Fools - Rufus Wainwright

Oh, what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St. Valentines

And you sat in a chair thinking:

Boy, Im such a prince!

Well lifes a train that goes from February on day by day

But its making a stop on April first.

And you will believe in love

And all that its supposed to be.

But just until the fish start to smell

And youre struck down by a hammer.

Sure you were swift when the handsome Greek boys dropped by with gifts

You are suave thanks to the ribbons that open sesame

But in the stars and closer to home than in every planet

It aint hard for me and dear Jo Jo to see.

So let it all go by looking at the sky

Wondering if there are clouds and stuff in hell.