# # "Company Of Fools" # From "Fortune's Favour" # all we idiots go CHORUS, followed by: na I’m wading through the quicksand In the gardens of the gentry Blooming vacuity Leaves mind and pockets empty Now,In the Social Order I accept the bottom rung until the wine is pouring And the Lord commands a song So,Meet me at the staff door When the posers all go home We’ll gather with the other Fools And put on a proper show CHORUS X2, "na na...", then Bridge: So Fools (chordiearchive.chordie.com)