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This song is one mainly played by Bob Weir with Rob Wasserman or one of his bands. But the Dead played it several times in acoustic sets as an instrumental

(1) On "Weir & Wasserman" Weir sings "Existential pearl-diver" here (and "gimme-fiver" instead of "star-driver" in the earlier line)

Lyrics By
John Barlow
Music By
Bob Weir
Lyrics

I was born in Flatland, U.S.A.
And all my dreams lead me to L.A.
Another case of rags to riches
I learned to throw some fancy pitches
And I found out what ain't, and which is
Just exactly cool

Heaven help the fool
Guess I showed the sons of bitches
Heaven help the fool

Got a place in Malibu
Like you've never seen
Pickin' out your lady friends
From Penthouse magazine

You ought to see the chrome gleam
On my new Mercedes
All shiny and new
Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds
The boy with all the clues

Lotta pretty vanity
No not me
Glorified insanity
No not me
I'm a hyper-survivor, fast driver, star-driver
Heaven help the fool
Professional gimme-fiver (note 1)
Heaven help the fool

Anything you want to be
You can buy, even get it free
Make yourself a smoother dancer
Fill your head with easy answers
Never a backward glancer
It's you who makes the rules

Heaven help the fool
No, never a backward glancer
Heaven help the fool

The middle of a pentagram
Heart of a star (what you are)
You can trade your soul for an electric guitar

Fool, lotta pretty vanity
No, not me
Fool, glorified insanity
No, not me
When they offer golden apples
Are you sure you'll refuse?
Heaven help the fool
Are you sure you'll refuse?
Heaven help the fool

Just like a deaf man dancin'
Like a blind man shootin' pool
Heaven help the fool

  • Heaven Help The Fool
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    I was born in Flatland, U.S.A.
    And all my dreams lead me to L.A.
    Another case of rags to riches
    I learned to throw some fancy pitches
    And I found out what ain't, and which is
    Just exactly cool

    Heaven help the fool
    Guess I showed the sons of bitches
    Heaven help the fool

    Got a place in Malibu
    Like you've never seen
    Pickin' out your lady friends
    From Penthouse magazine

    You ought to see the chrome gleam
    On my new Mercedes
    All shiny and new
    Hey, I'm the Jack of Diamonds
    The boy with all the clues

    Lotta pretty vanity
    No not me
    Glorified insanity
    No not me
    I'm a hyper-survivor, fast driver, star-driver
    Heaven help the fool
    Professional gimme-fiver (note 1)
    Heaven help the fool

    Anything you want to be
    You can buy, even get it free
    Make yourself a smoother dancer
    Fill your head with easy answers
    Never a backward glancer
    It's you who makes the rules

    Heaven help the fool
    No, never a backward glancer
    Heaven help the fool

    The middle of a pentagram
    Heart of a star (what you are)
    You can trade your soul for an electric guitar

    Fool, lotta pretty vanity
    No, not me
    Fool, glorified insanity
    No, not me
    When they offer golden apples
    Are you sure you'll refuse?
    Heaven help the fool
    Are you sure you'll refuse?
    Heaven help the fool

    Just like a deaf man dancin'
    Like a blind man shootin' pool
    Heaven help the fool

    This song is one mainly played by Bob Weir with Rob Wasserman or one of his bands. But the Dead played it several times in acoustic sets as an instrumental

    (1) On "Weir & Wasserman" Weir sings "Existential pearl-diver" here (and "gimme-fiver" instead of "star-driver" in the earlier line)