So tired of lying here For a thousand years So sleeping beauty wakes, and shakes The dust that holds her down So what will we wear And what shall we do This twisted mesh of wire inspires no-one I don't believe the lies And nobody understands Understand... how could you ever Understand Cinderella hides a masochistic streak So sick of tending fires Desires to burn the house down Kicking of her shoes Barefoot she'll run, she'll, she'll run With nothing much to lose