Come, be my April fool Come, you're the only one Come on your rusted bike Come, we'll break all the rules We'll ride like writers ride Neither rich nor broke We'll race through alleyways In our tattered cloaks so Come, be my April fool Come, we'll break all the rules We'll burn all of our poems Add to God's debris We'll pray to all of our saints Icons of mystery We'll tramp through the mire When our souls feel dead With laughter, we'll inspire Then back to life again Come, you're the only one Come, be my April fool Come, come Be my April fool We'll break all the rules