Mom and dad have gone away
And I could really use a place to stay
On a dead end on a dead end on a hill
Like a mansion, eerily still
Hospital corners on the sheets in my private refuge suite
Kill the lights and bring it in
The show is just about to begin
Clamoring in from the porch, clap your hands and count to four
I don't remember a TV, and everybody's watching me singing
Stop, keep it going now
The dim and flickered hall confuses
A living room that hardly anybody uses
In mask I have found, only comedy abounds
Going nowhere crazy fast
Now only yearning for the past, singing
Get a house, get a car, get a fancy job
Get stuck with taking orders
Make sure you don't have time to stop, back to it now
Get married, have kids, get divorced
Do this in exact order
Keep along the beaten path or else the path is gonna beat you
I can only remember how this never happened
You had no bridges to burn and I'll always be indebted
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