Walkin' around this concrete garden, viewing all in vain...
Thinking why a dream is driving everyone insane...
Then someone will come and make you feel the master in control...
Still you're picking up and screwing anyone who's got a soul...
I've been here far too long to remember
Sights and sounds from this town of clowns...
Makin' up, dressin' up, walkin' around...
Thinkin' that you're Greta Garbos...
I'm sorry my dears but we only sat down
And laughed and laughed in sorrow...
But it was you that opened the door,
And it's that we thank you for...
Walkin' around this concrete garden, viewing all in vain...
Thinking why a dream is driving everyone insane...
Everyone insane ...
Everyone's insane...