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Who's watching the cars from the corner of cul-de-sacs? Who's charging the lawns like an order to grow long? I am Vain in my bare window I am Aiming my telescope I am I've been riding on my high horse And I do wait all sullen and sodden above it all About a mile I will post up still on this pedestal that I built And I build my anthills and the cities glow that are build with an enviable skill Guess we're born out of gore But I'm blessed with impermeable pores What a show, my noble chromosomes in ordered rows And I suffer fools like you And I suffer fools all my life And I will blow my hot air Pulling ants from my hair in my armchair (in my armchair) Aus Songtexte Mania