I'M IN A PLAY
WRITTEN TODAY
ABOUT A BOY
WHO HIDES IN ATTICS WHEN THE SUN IS UP
EVERYONE IS AT WORK WHAT WILL I DO
WHERE WILL I GO
SHOW ME THE WAY
TO THE ANGER, SHOW ME RULES OF THUMB
SHOW THE WAY TO GROW OLD LOVE IS A GUIDE
THE ENDLESS RIVER OF THE SOUL
BUT WE ARE MEAN
THE DRIED UP RIVERBEDS OF ROCK AND STONE
LUST IS MY FRIEND
SHE COMES TO ME WHEN I AM TIRED LIFE IS A ROAD
DEATH IS A MYTH
LOVE IS A FRAUD
IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD
WORK IS A SENTENCE
FAMILY'S A DRAG
THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP I'M IN A PLAY
WRITTEN TODAY
ABOUT A GIRL
SHE GETS ON PERFECTLY WITH YOUNG AND OLD
EVERYBODY LOVES HER WHAT WILL SHE WEAR
CUT OF HER HAIR
WAY THAT SHE SMILES
GRACEFULLY INTO THE WORKING WEEK
SHE HIDES HER BAGGAGE INSIDE SHE'S GOT A FRIEND
AN UGLY MONSTER THAT WILL EAT YOUR FACE
SHE HAD TO CRY
A HEFTY CANDLE OF WASTED TIME
SHE'S GOT A FRIEND
A LONELY MONSTER THAT WILL PREY ON YOU LIFE IS A SECRET
DEATH IS A MYTH
LOVE IS A FRAUD
IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD
WORK IS A SENTENCE
FAMILY'S A DRAG
THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP LIFE IS A SECRET
DEATH IS A MYTH
LOVE IS A FRAUD
IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD
WORK IS A SENTENCE
FAMILY'S A DRAG
THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP I'M IN A PLAY
WRITTEN TODAY
ABOUT A BOY
TIRED AND MELANCHOLY TAKES THE WEIGHT
TAKES THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD I WALKED ALONE
LOVING THIS SONG
WALKING THE EARTH
A WORN OUT SISTER WHO IS TWENTY THREE
DRY AND WRINKLED, ALONE ILL GIVE YOU A MONTH
TO SEE PAST SHADOWS IN YOUR SACRED MIND
GIVE YOU A WEEK
TO LOOK MEDUSA IN THE EYE
I'LL GIVE YOU A MONTH
TO NOTICE HEAVEN AT THE SIDE OF STAGE YOUR KEY INSIDE YOUR HEAD
YOU'RE SITTING ON A THRONE OF SAD
YOU'RE PUSHING BACK THE TIDE SO LIFT THE MOUNTAIN UP SO TIE THE WRITERS RIBBONS DOWN ASSEMBLE ALL YOUR TROOPS WE GO TO WAR WITH METAPHORS SUDDENLY SEE SENSE
AND SUDDENLY SEE SENSE AND WHEN YOU DO I'LL HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND
HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND AND LOVE THE KING OF ME OOOOH I'LL TAKE MY CHANCE AND PLAY THE TYRANNY
AND BUILD THE SETS I LIKE TO SEE PRETTIER WHEN WE ARE ON THE SCREEN I'LL BUILD THE SETS I LIKE TO SEE WE'RE BRAVER WHEN WE'RE ON THE SACRED SCREEN THE BACKSTAGE OF YOUR LIFE
IS FILLED WITH DOVES AND LINES WE SHOULD HAVE SUNG THE BACKSTAGE OF YOUR LIFE
IS FILLED WITH ECHOES OF THE ONES YOU LOVE