You put on your boots with sorrow in your eyes
You put on your face- a clever disguise
But brother, you don't fool me
It's petty lies and cheap motels
None of it mattered when down you fell
And brother, you don't fool me
If you go along, pretending it's fine
I'll look in your eyes, and you'll look in mine
Oh, brother, you don't fool me
Meaningless sex and booze to boot
Pointing your gun and waiting to shoot
My brother, you don't fool me
And every day you die some more
Waiting to cross through the open door
Now, brother, you won't fool me