[Stuart] Im in a play written today about a boy Who hides in attics when the sun is up Everyone is at work What will I do? Where will I go? Show me the way The truth, the anger, show me rules of thumb Show the way to grow old Love is a guide The endless river of the soul But we are mean The dried up riverbeds of rock and stone Lust is my friend She comes to me when I am tired Life is a rope, death is a myth Love is a fraud, its misunderstood Work is a sentence, familys a drag This house is a trap [Dee Dee] Im in a play written today about a girl She gets on perfectly with young and old Everybody loves her What would she wear? The cut of her hair? The way that she slides Gracefully into the working week She hides her baggage inside Shes got a friend An ugly monster that will eat your face She hides her crime A hefty catalogue of wasted time Shes got a friend A lonely monster that will prey on you Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, its misunderstood Work is a sentence, familys a drag This house is a trap Life is a secret, death is a myth Love is a fraud, its misunderstood Work is a sentence, familys a drag This house is a trap [Stuart] Im in a play written today about a boy Tired and melancholy, takes the weight Takes the weight of the world [Dee Dee] I walked alone, loving a song Walking the earth The wornout sister who is twentythree Dried and wrinkled, alone Ill give you a month To see past shadows in your sacred mind Ill give you a week To look Medusa in the eye Ill give you a month To notice heaven in the sight of stage Author, author! Author, author! [Dee Dee] Youre king inside your head Youre sitting on the throne of sand Youre pushing back the tide [Stuart] So lift the mountain up So tie the writers ribbons down Assemble all your troops [Together] We go to war with metaphors And suddenly see sense And suddenly see sense And when you do, Ill have the higher ground Ill have the higher ground Youre not the king of me Ill take my chance and play for tyranny I build the sets, I light the scene Were prettier when we are on the screen I build the sets, I light the scene Were braver when were on the sacred screen The backstage of your life Is filled with props and lines you should have sung The backstage of your life Is filled with echoes of the ones you love
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