Mansion Of Cardboard

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