The Big House

The big house is lit up at night
An island in the calm of the storm
Scattered meaningless shattered words
And bored security guards
The speaker stack is a wall too high to climb
It protects you from the outside world
Malice, jealousy and their hard, cruel touch
I exchange the look - "Yeah, well, good luck"
I turn my back - the gold-plated carrot on a stick -
You just hurt my heart too much

Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are
Don't think about it, maybe you'll go far
Let them weigh you and judge you and let them use you as their tool
Give it away, you give it away you fool

Thanks anyway for the backstage pass
Watching the lights flash as you sing your song
Who's this old creep backstage
Don't know what I'm doing here, don't know where I belong
It's as hollow as King Tut's womb
Just drinking drinks and eating snacks
The treadmill keeps moving the river green
I can see your freedom slipping through the cracks

Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are
Don't stop and think, face forward and you'll go far
They'll weigh you and judge you and use you as their tool
You give it away, you give it away you fool

Antique paintings from across the pond
Chandeliers and porcelain figurines
Kill this demon and a bigger one will follow
Your heart in the big house, cold and hollow

Remember those who protect you
And not those who respect you
What price do you pay for your honesty
I gave my laminate to one of your fans
I'm sure he'll make better use of it than me

Now you have a name, it doesn't matter who you are
Just keep your head facing forward, maybe you'll go far
They'll weigh you and judge you and use you as their tool
And you give it away, you give it away you fool
You beautiful fool
You fool