So take the boy to the back, cover up his up ears.
We got some dirty little secrets we don’t want him to hear.
In this business you don’t question someones wealth.
We’ll chain him to the bed so he won’t run away.
We’ll take his piggy bank and cash it in on our way.
So chase your dreams and never let them go down here.
Decoration, Decoration.
Decoration, Decoration.
But you can kick it in the back, make it all go away.
Take some pills for the pain and throw your voice away.
Someone else is paid to write the hits.
So you’ve been talking to the richons and your cheek bones hurt.
And then a little baby talk to make sure you still care.
Its all about the pointless perks that we all paid for to pay for ourselves.
Decoration, Decoration.
Decoration, Decoration.
Decoration, Decoration.
Decoration, Decoration.