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It's a little room but I call it home A brain cell flat in the twilight zone I hade here with my thoughts like a dog with a bone It's a little room but I call it home I can't make sense out of what I see Swaying to the rhythm of channel 3 Like a cobra charmed by a flying bumble bee I can't make sense out of what I see If the glove fits wear it I always say If the shoe fits your horse throw it away Every lock has a key, every dog has his day Time makes black and white fade to gray Last night blood filled my palms With my crown of thorns I remained quite calm The smoke clarms screamed throughout the hallowed halls But the people believed and that was all Down went the curtain when the people believed Pop went the weasel when the people believed The pig turned to the butcher and said look what we've achieved Out went the lights when the people believed Aus Songtexte Mania