There was a problem that was posed upon them

There was a riddle awaiting to be solved

They hit the stage and all they played was bullshit

They hit the stage but didn't hit a note



Think and brood on what might be the answer

Rack your brain in your struggle for the truth



So many years they pondered then they sorted it out

Too much boozing all the day before the show

So many years then they create the iron law

No more drinking on the day before the show



But rules for fools

Will fool the foolish

You think you made it

You framed a guideline

You thought of all now

But you will see



They soon played well, you saw them in the billboard

They soon played well and they reputation grew

But in the backstage no one heard them laughing

In the backstage they were feeling blue



Think and brood on what might be the answer

Rack your brain in your struggle for the truth



So many years they pondered then they sorted it out

Your will is free and that is all that life's about

So many years, then they abolished their own law

And every second show they're drinking as before



But rules for fools

Will fool the foolish

You think you made it

You framed a guideline

You thought of all now

But you will see



And when you hear them play like hell

Which show is it now, can you tell?



Solo



But rules for fools

Will fool the foolish

You think you made it

You framed a guideline

You thought of all now



But rules for fools

Will fool the foolish

You think you made it

You framed a guideline

You thought of all now

But you will see