Mansion Of Cardboard Lyrics
Overcoat,
Old wool cap,
Leather gloves,
Hide the fat,
In a world made of tears,
He is safe from his fears,
On his own,
He's on his own,
He likes it that way.
Thoughts arise,
Fear is doubt,
Bearing through,
Giving smell.
It's the happiest day,
When he moves far away,
From the crowd,
The curious crowd,
He wants them to stand back,
The old man's snoring heavy,
Down underneath the bridge, he's got his,
Mansion of cardboard slats,
And it's enough.
It's the happiest day,
When he moves far away,
From the crowd,
The curious crowd,
He wants them to stand back,
The old man's snoring heavy,
Down underneath the bridge, he's got his,
Mansion of cardboard slats,
And it's enough.
Stand back,
The old man's snoring heavy,
Down underneath the bridge, he's got his,
Mansion of cardboard slats,
And it's enough.
Oh.
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I found the lyrics in a cardboard box....okay, it was really a website.