Fake
To be a blind boy
Would be a fine thing
All the woman gettin’ faceless
To be a blind man
Such a fine thing
When all the music’s gettin’ spaceless
And when she comes
She comes to stay
Don’t let ambition lead her away
And when she comes
Her touch don’t mis
The blood comes down the dropper
Like a big red kiss
You can fake anything
You can’t fake the real thing
You can fake you can sing
You can’t fake the real thing
She’s the one
She took the walk
The body speaks the mind don’t talk
She’s the one
Who’s darkness doubles
She sees the brilliance of all
My troubles
You can fake anything
You can’t fake the real thing
You can fake you can sing
You can’t fake the real thing
Fake it
And when she comes
She comes to stay
Don’t let ambition lead her away
And when she comes
Her touch don’t mis
The blood comes down the dropper
Like a big red kiss
You can fake anything
You can’t fake the real thing
You can fake you can sing
You can’t fake the real thing
You can fake anything
You can’t fake the real thing
You can fake you can sing
You can’t fake the real thing
-Herman Brood
-Jim Carrol
Album: The Brood