Hand of Fools (The Cross)

(Peter Noone) Streets echo the last retreat Dust falls to the ground A mother cries help While walking in paradise Look around and you'll see We're stripping it bare Soon there'll be no place to turn Who plays the hand of fools With who's God given right It's out of control Don't it show While profit oils the big machines And we're short changed the facts Where does it stop The lifeblood is slipping away every day And who plays the hand of fools With who's God given right It's out of control It's out of control And who plays the hand of fools In a war torn and savage place It's out of control And it chills to the bone And who plays the hand of fools With who's God given right It's out of control It's out of control And who plays the hand of fools In a war torn and savage place It's out of control And it chills to the bone And who plays the hand of fools With who's God given right It's out of control It's out of control Za za zoo