"Paperhouses" as written by and Colin Kirsop Macintyre....
And I've retired to a better life
Hiding from the world, it gets under my skin
And yes its hard on the brain
Buying the right magazines

The posters show the clothes to wear
The roadside billboards can lead you there
At least you're not alone

Live in paper houses
Burn the bridges and telephones
Leave the animals at home

And I've admired art sprayed on your walls
And fashion is a fuck up, I can see that now
And yes it's hard on the brain
Buying the right magazines

The posters show the clothes to wear
The roadside billboards can meet you there
At least you're not alone

Live in paper houses,
Burn the bridges and telephones
Leave the animals at home

And we'll still put fuel in my car
And drive round the neon cigar
Keeping our troubles at bay
Take me out of the way

Feast yourself on fast food
In this hamburger hell
Cash-flow-a-go-go
You better paint your smile on
And yes it's hard on the brain
Putting the right records on

The world still wears a lipstick smile
The roadside cameras still click in time
At least you're not alone

Live in paper houses
Burn the bridges and make you strong
Leave the animals
Live in paper houses
Burn the railroads and telephones
Leave the animals at home


Lyrics submitted by niteflite01

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