Текст: Deep Purple. Fireball. Fools.

I'm crying
I'm dying

I can see what's wrong with me
It's in my head
I can see what's gonna be
As I lie in my bed
Man is not my brotherhood
I am of the dead

I died as I lived, as I loved and was born
On some distant hill
The reasons to hide were the reasons I cried
Fools pass laughing still

There can be bad blood in all and I can see
It's in my brain
You don't know the pain I feel
As I must live again
Rocks and stones can't bruise my soul
But tears will leave a stain

They smile to themselves as they lay down my head
On some distant hill
The blind and the child, sweep a tear from their eye
Fools smile as they kill

I got my own way to go and now I want
To take your minds
I believe if you could see
The blood between the lines
I believe that you could be
A better kind

Please lead the way so the unborn can play
On some greener hill
Laugh as the flames, eat their burning remains
Fools die laughing still