There’s a sane man in the dollhouse
picking things down from a shelf
And a vain man in the courthouse
who’s judging you by himself
There’s a sane man by the dollhouse
pleasurably cutting the grass
And a mad man at the white house
with bigotry tattooed on his as
There’s this sad wife in the penthouse
she’s lying as she’s giving you head
says her being is an artform
pretending that her husband is dead
Then there’s you
asleep in the sand
with favorite seashells
in the palm of your hand
The waves are reflecting
the light in your skin
there’s nothing to loose
yet nothing to win
There’s a thin girl in the lighthouse
she’s picking up bricks and stones
Se her cutting of her leash now
that was digging in to her bones
There’s a sane man in the dollhouse
pretending it´s all a dream
there’s a sad man in the penthouse
that wasn’t what it seamed