Oh ain't it lonely When
you're living with a gun Well you can't
slow down And you can't turn 'round And
you can't trust anyone
You just sit there like a butterfly And
you're all encased in glass You're so
fragile you just may break And you don't
know who to ask
You just sit there like a butterfly You're
well protected by the glass You're such
a rare collector's item When they throw
away what's the trash
You can hang suspended from a star Or
wish on a toilet roll You can just soak
up the atmosphere Like a fish inside
a bowl
When the ghost comes round at midnight Well
you both can have some fun He can drive
you mad He can make you sad He can
keep you from the sun
When they take him down He'll be both
safe and sound And the hand does fit
the glove And no matter what they tell
you There's good and evil in everyone
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