Stand up, you sit down
cos your ceilings too low, theres no chairs on the ground
See you, you see me
And my views are obscured by your giant t.v.
These things mean so much
But theres something here thats not quite right
Theres something rotten in here
And the house is weird
And all the people that come
Will all concede its easy
Its easy
You see steps to this door
But they lead me upstairs, though theres only one floor
See things, theyre not clear
cos youre vision impaired, but the truth isnt there
