I'm moving towards a state of shock
repeats again of what's already been said
the same mistakes keep hitting us
like booby-trap blanks
we still learn nothing, living in Tinseltown
My apartment's on the umpteenth block
some neighbours don't really treat me so bad
one used to live in a life-size tank
he thinks it's sad that his wall fell down
Outside they're selling pieces of rock,
well I want nothing of its daily threat
loads of that scrap in the local bank
easy targets for our wasteful clowns
But hey one day I'm gonna find this precious frog
might be my princess, maybe her name is Fred
Those stupid clouds will fade to reveal my thanks
this state of shock is a merry-go-round
One might wander about in caverns of doubt
but why be afraid to find reasons to banquet
sure, one can hide but there's a world outside
must be pretty safe under a fire-proof blanket
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