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The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed. A tiger's head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug, the bugs make halos 'round the phone. He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack. She poses then she cracks their mirror shades. It's just her way. He lets her play a while then throws her back. Then they all go fishing in the reservoir... I see, I see from my room. I see from my room with a view. My room's nothing special. All the furniture is old. They smashed up all my windows, so it's cold. I told city hall to build a wall to stop the outside coming inside but they've stalled. I'm lord of this manor but it's 30 feet across and falling fast. I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage. Through the ceiling I see blue - I see you! Aus Songtexte Mania