Letra da Música Fool's Complaint de Suzanne Vega

How I hate the Queen of Pentacles!
Sitting on her golden throne
In her domestic tyranny
All roads lead back to her alone

The whole wide world is a great big drain
And the vortex is her heart
Her needs and wants and
Wishes and whims
All take precedence on this chart

But what do I know?
My card? s the fool, the fool, the fool
That merry rootless man
With air beneath my footstep
And providence as my plan
Providence as my plan

Oh it? s such expensive innocence!
Never knowing any cost
She throws around her finery
For us to fetch when it gets lost

But what do I know?
My card? s the Fool! The fool, the fool
That merry rootless man
With air beneath my footstep
And providence as my plan
Providence as my plan