It's a little room but I call it home
A brain cell flat in the twilight zone
I hade here with my thoughts like a dog with a bone
It's a little room but I call it home

I can't make sense out of what I see
Swaying to the rhythm of channel 3
Like a cobra charmed by a flying bumble bee
I can't make sense out of what I see

If the glove fits wear it I always say
If the shoe fits your horse throw it away
Every lock has a key, every dog has his day
Time makes black and white fade to gray

Last night blood filled my palms
With my crown of thorns I remained quite calm
The smoke clarms screamed throughout the hallowed halls
But the people believed and that was all

Down went the curtain when the people believed
Pop went the weasel when the people believed
The pig turned to the butcher and said look what we've achieved
Out went the lights when the people believed


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