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Que el cielo ayude al tonto

Grateful Dead

Heaven Help The Fool

I was born in a flatland, USA and all my dreams led me to L.A.
Another chase of rags to riches, I learned to throw some fancy pitches.
I found out what ain't and which is just exactly cool, well all right
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the fool

Got a place in Malibu like you never seen
Picking out your lady friend from Penthouse magazine
You oughta see the chrome gleam on my Mercedes all shiny and new
Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds, the boy with all the clues

Not a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not me).
Ooh, I'm a hyper-supervisor, fast driver, star driver (fool).
Heaven help the fool, professional "gimme-fiver", heaven help the fool.

Anything you could want to be you can buy, even get it free
Make yourself a smoother dancer, fill your head with answers.
Never a backward glancer, it's you who makes the rules (aah).
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the fool
No, no, never a backward glancer, (fool), heaven help the fool.

I meet a lot of pentagram, heart of the star (that's what you are)
You can trade your soul for an electric guitar

Ooh, not a pretty vanity (no, no, not me). Glorified insanity (no, no, not me)
And when they offer golden apples, are you sure you'll refuse?
Heaven help the fool, are you sure you'll refuse it? Heaven help the fool
It's like a deaf man dancing or a blind man shooting pool
Heaven help the fool, heaven help the fool

Que el cielo ayude al tonto

Nací en una llanura en los Estados Unidos y todos mis sueños me llevaron a Los Ángeles.
Otra búsqueda de harapos a riquezas, aprendí a lanzar algunos lanzamientos elegantes.
Descubrí qué es y qué no es exactamente genial, bueno, está bien.
Que el cielo ayude al tonto, que el cielo ayude al tonto.

Tengo un lugar en Malibú como nunca has visto,
Escogiendo a tu amiga de la revista Penthouse.
Deberías ver el brillo cromado en mi Mercedes, todo reluciente y nuevo.
Hey, soy el Jack de Diamantes, el chico con todas las pistas.

No es una vanidad bonita (no, no, no yo). Insanidad glorificada (no, no, no yo).
Soy un hiper-supervisor, conductor rápido, conductor estrella (tonto).
Que el cielo ayude al tonto, profesional

Escrita por: Bob Weir / John Perry Barlow