I can go anywhere that I want I just gotta turn myself inside out and back to front With cut out shapes and worn out spaces Add some sparkles to create the right effect They're all smiling, so I guess I'll stay At least till the disappointed have eaten themselves away
Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulder
All the window balconies, they seem so flimsy as our Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of Sun
I guess I believe in an altered state Where they leave their windows and their doors open wide The telephone lines are always busy Unable to give a reason or a straight answer
Buried from the waist down Stop looking over our shoulders We need to get this together
From our window balconies we take a tumble as our Friends step out to talk and wave and catch a piece of Sun
All of that money Where did it go? Where did it go? In somebody's pocket A friend of a friend All the loose change Loose change
