Fancy Walls Songtext
von Butterfly Joe

I like fancy walls (alright, alright)
Something good to look at (alright, alright)
Masterly paintings (alright, alright)
Commissioned by the king (alright, alright)
The king knows nothing (alright, alright)
Of what goes on around him (alright, alright)
And so we are happy (alright, alright)
The king is one of us (alright, alright)

TV sets crack open (alright, alright)
And out fly birds (alright, alright)
And they peck the eyes out (alright, alright)
Of people like you and me (alright, alright)
Blind men roam the streets (alright, alright)
And doctors will not cure them (alright, alright)
And they will find no shelter (alright, alright)
From the coming storms (alright, alright)


The king says life is a gift (alright, alright)
And so you should love it (alright, alright)
And if you join God′s army (alright, alright)
You shall march forever (alright, alright)
And God will reign forever (alright, alright)
With an army of angels (alright, alright)
Their guns will be aimed with joy (alright, alright)
And their bullets will be love (alright, alright)

I like fancy walls (alright, alright)
Something good to look at (alright, alright)
Masterpiece paintings (alright, alright)
Commissioned by the king (alright, alright)
My dad smokes PCP (alright, alright)
And tells me that I'm ugly (alright, alright)
And surrounds me with his army (alright, alright)
And puts me to sleep (alright, alright)
And I dream of stars so far away (alright, alright)
That no one will ever touch them (alright, alright)
Not even at the speed of light (alright, alright)
They never will be reached (alright, alright)