| Song | Fools |
| Artist | Deep Purple |
| Album | LIVE AT MONTREUX 1996 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice | |
| I'm crying I'm dying | |
| I can see what's wrong with me | |
| It's in my head | |
| I can see what's gonna be | |
| As I lie in my bed | |
| Man is not my brotherhood | |
| I am of the dead | |
| I died as I lived as I loved and was born | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried | |
| Fools pass laughing still | |
| There can be bad blood in all I can see | |
| It's in my brain | |
| You don't know the pain I feel | |
| As I must live again | |
| Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul but | |
| Tears will leave a stain | |
| They smile to themselves as they lay down my head | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye | |
| Fools smile as they kill | |
| I got my own way to go and now I want | |
| To take your minds | |
| I believe if you could see | |
| The blood between the lines | |
| I believe that you could be | |
| A better kind | |
| Please lead the way so the unborn can play | |
| On some greener hill | |
| Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains | |
| Fools die laughing still |
| Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
| I' m crying I' m dying | |
| I can see what' s wrong with me | |
| It' s in my head | |
| I can see what' s gonna be | |
| As I lie in my bed | |
| Man is not my brotherhood | |
| I am of the dead | |
| I died as I lived as I loved and was born | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried | |
| Fools pass laughing still | |
| There can be bad blood in all I can see | |
| It' s in my brain | |
| You don' t know the pain I feel | |
| As I must live again | |
| Rocks and stones can' t bruise my soul but | |
| Tears will leave a stain | |
| They smile to themselves as they lay down my head | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye | |
| Fools smile as they kill | |
| I got my own way to go and now I want | |
| To take your minds | |
| I believe if you could see | |
| The blood between the lines | |
| I believe that you could be | |
| A better kind | |
| Please lead the way so the unborn can play | |
| On some greener hill | |
| Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains | |
| Fools die laughing still |
| Written: Blackmore Gillan Glover Lord Paice | |
| I' m crying I' m dying | |
| I can see what' s wrong with me | |
| It' s in my head | |
| I can see what' s gonna be | |
| As I lie in my bed | |
| Man is not my brotherhood | |
| I am of the dead | |
| I died as I lived as I loved and was born | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried | |
| Fools pass laughing still | |
| There can be bad blood in all I can see | |
| It' s in my brain | |
| You don' t know the pain I feel | |
| As I must live again | |
| Rocks and stones can' t bruise my soul but | |
| Tears will leave a stain | |
| They smile to themselves as they lay down my head | |
| On some distant hill | |
| The blind and the child sweep a tear from their eye | |
| Fools smile as they kill | |
| I got my own way to go and now I want | |
| To take your minds | |
| I believe if you could see | |
| The blood between the lines | |
| I believe that you could be | |
| A better kind | |
| Please lead the way so the unborn can play | |
| On some greener hill | |
| Laugh as the flames eat their burning remains | |
| Fools die laughing still |