I am the key to the lock in your dressThat keeps

I’ll drown my beliefsTo have your babiesI’ll dress like your nieceAnd

the next World WarAn angel at my doorI am

I am the key to locking your dressThat keeps your toys

lost, I'm a ghostDispossessed, taken hostMy hunger burns a

up the lost and their soulsInto your armsInto your

are better things to talk aboutBe constructiveBear weapons we

a little child running 'round this houseAnd he never

always waiting for the crushThe car to drive right

you such a dreamerTo put the world to rights?I'll

the hell am I doing here?I don't belong a

you were here beforeCouldn't look you in the eyeYou're

the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

green plastic watering canFor a fake Chinese rubber plantIn

there, that's not meThat there. that's not me (I

take it with are not to blame forYou

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

try to be sugar and spiceBut I’m melancholy and can’t

umPart, part of the reason for coming out again is

police, arrest this manHe talks in mathsHe buzzes like