They took everything you are,
Wrapped it in a box, locked it with a key
Made of high rise stucco walls,
Polyester guards, moving metal sink
Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Hurt with curtain rod swords,
the shields of cardboard that you will steal

Eyes on the cul-de-sac to get things back on track,
bring you what you need
You would do the same for me
But I might have lost my mind!

I can never show you what you gave to me
A shaping born of make believe
I wouldn't want to stay here in my incomplete
Shaken up realities

I'll give everything I've got to fill the canyon with useless debris

From plastic foliage, collected catalogs, and other （?）

I would sentence everyone over 21 to the guillotine

Stay, you never understood our neck of the woods and what it all means
This is not a game for me
But I might have lost my mind!

I can never show you what you gave to me
A shaping born of make believe
I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete

Shaken up realities, shaking up reality!

You would do the same for me
But I might have lost my mind!

I can never show you what you gave to me

A shaping born of make believe

I wouldn't like to stay here in my incomplete

Shaken up realities!

I'd really like to be there when you raise for me

A shaping born of make believe

I wish I could just warn you what my death will be

Shaken up realities, shaking up reality!