Once again im in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house
Once again packed like frozen and battery hens
Think of all the sraving millions
Dont talk politics and throw stones
Your royal highnesses
Well of course i’d like to sit around and chat
Well of course i’d like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course i’d like to sit around and chat
But someones listening in
Once again
We are hungry for a lynching
Thats a strange mistake to make