I'M IN A PLAY WRITTEN TODAY ABOUT A BOY WHO HIDES IN ATTICS WHEN THE SUN IS UP EVERYONE IS AT WORK WHAT WILL I DO WHERE WILL I GO SHOW ME THE WAY TO THE ANGER, SHOW ME RULES OF THUMB SHOW THE WAY TO GROW OLD LOVE IS A GUIDE THE ENDLESS RIVER OF THE SOUL BUT WE ARE MEAN THE DRIED UP RIVERBEDS OF ROCK AND STONE LUST IS MY FRIEND SHE COMES TO ME WHEN I AM TIRED LIFE IS A ROAD DEATH IS A MYTH LOVE IS A FRAUD IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD WORK IS A SENTENCE FAMILY'S A DRAG THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP I'M IN A PLAY WRITTEN TODAY ABOUT A GIRL SHE GETS ON PERFECTLY WITH YOUNG AND OLD EVERYBODY LOVES HER WHAT WILL SHE WEAR CUT OF HER HAIR WAY THAT SHE SMILES GRACEFULLY INTO THE WORKING WEEK SHE HIDES HER BAGGAGE INSIDE SHE'S GOT A FRIEND AN UGLY MONSTER THAT WILL EAT YOUR FACE SHE HAD TO CRY A HEFTY CANDLE OF WASTED TIME SHE'S GOT A FRIEND A LONELY MONSTER THAT WILL PREY ON YOU LIFE IS A SECRET DEATH IS A MYTH LOVE IS A FRAUD IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD WORK IS A SENTENCE FAMILY'S A DRAG THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP LIFE IS A SECRET DEATH IS A MYTH LOVE IS A FRAUD IT'S MISUNDERSTOOD WORK IS A SENTENCE FAMILY'S A DRAG THIS HOUSE IS A TRAP I'M IN A PLAY WRITTEN TODAY ABOUT A BOY TIRED AND MELANCHOLY TAKES THE WEIGHT TAKES THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD I WALKED ALONE LOVING THIS SONG WALKING THE EARTH A WORN OUT SISTER WHO IS TWENTY THREE DRY AND WRINKLED, ALONE ILL GIVE YOU A MONTH TO SEE PAST SHADOWS IN YOUR SACRED MIND GIVE YOU A WEEK TO LOOK MEDUSA IN THE EYE I'LL GIVE YOU A MONTH TO NOTICE HEAVEN AT THE SIDE OF STAGE YOUR KEY INSIDE YOUR HEAD YOU'RE SITTING ON A THRONE OF SAD YOU'RE PUSHING BACK THE TIDE SO LIFT THE MOUNTAIN UP SO TIE THE WRITERS RIBBONS DOWN ASSEMBLE ALL YOUR TROOPS WE GO TO WAR WITH METAPHORS SUDDENLY SEE SENSE AND SUDDENLY SEE SENSE AND WHEN YOU DO I'LL HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND HEAD FOR HIGHER GROUND AND LOVE THE KING OF ME OOOOH I'LL TAKE MY CHANCE AND PLAY THE TYRANNY AND BUILD THE SETS I LIKE TO SEE PRETTIER WHEN WE ARE ON THE SCREEN I'LL BUILD THE SETS I LIKE TO SEE WE'RE BRAVER WHEN WE'RE ON THE SACRED SCREEN THE BACKSTAGE OF YOUR LIFE IS FILLED WITH DOVES AND LINES WE SHOULD HAVE SUNG THE BACKSTAGE OF YOUR LIFE IS FILLED WITH ECHOES OF THE ONES YOU LOVE