(Verse One)
There was a gla**-man named
Sir Nothing Nor Anything
And one day he pristined
The perfect gla** figurine
She stood on two
With ballet shoes
And see-through hair
Her shoulders bare
(Verse Two)
Since then he's closed his blinds
With her remaining inside
The people call his name
Keeps silent he all the same
And in the dark
A fires spark
Refracts through legs
Of perfect shape
(Chorus)
Wherever we fall with all that's shattered around
The broken gla** will surely follow
And when we hit the ground all that keeps raining down
Is all the gla** we couldn't swallow
(Verse Three)
With pitchforks and the torch
The people broke down his door
And when they flooded in
They cried ‘a man full of sin'
So he climbed up
To roofing top
And kissed her hair
And then they leapt to air
(Chorus)
Wherever we fall with all that's shattered around
The broken gla** will surely follow
And when we hit the ground all that keeps raining down
Is all the gla** we couldn't swallow