Minerva
So kinetic, electric waterloo
In vitro, in shadow Xanadu
Perfumed papers that say that we'll mend (ooh)
Let's dance around again
Let's dance around again
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, feints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, feints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools
But sometimes, fools, they rule
Minerva, desert us in pantomime
Pathetic, prophetic columbines (ooh, ooh, ooh)
These perfumed vapors that reek a riot's end
Let's dance around again
Let's dance around again
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, feints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, feints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools
But sometimes, fools, they rule
October loves you
Strawberries love you
Who wouldn't love you?
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(We are) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(We are) (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints, saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
Saints (ooh, ooh, ooh)
We are fools
But sometimes, fools, they rule
Writer/s: William Patrick Corgan
