Tryin not to think
You say you're up to the brink
But its much worse than you think
In the world that keeps you down

A dark dirty day
A perfume of pavement and rain
there's a ribbon and a wreath
On the front door of that house

How much costs a castle?
Where do you have to work?
The king's face looks all mangled
And his nails mark up the floor

All the lumpy clotted cream
Dangling from the mouth of the queen
You can faintly hear her eat
And she makes a gulping sound

And I have a reason
To notice what is wrong
Been havin dreams I can't explain
Its just incredible

Big bad money
You spend it on your big bad home, uh oh
And don't you know its kind of funny
When people laugh at all your jokes
Your stupid jokes

I think I've got a gift
It's gray and getting insane
It's the cold that cuts my lips
And the blood that's in my mouth

Now people pack the shops
I think I'm starting to love
How the music really pops
For a short part of the year

Getting to understand you
Is walking down a hole
I think that there's a light in here that burned out long ago

But I can't be judging or sanctimonious
I want to see more peacefully
It's you I'll never trust

Big bad money
You spend it on your big bad home, uh oh
And don't you know its kind of funny
When people laugh at all your jokes
Your stupid jokes