Ugly House

Start the process, we were marked on the maps of Roman men
There's a garage for it, bricks and mortar sorted
Wet the baby with the water provided in the ground
We can draw and drink it, here's a pony for you

Master and servant, lines drawn in lye
Me and my rock band, squandering time

We used "gay" to mean "subhuman"
And we wore brownface to the Bollywood ball

We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house
We made it in the ugly house

Stare at the gap made of fragments and bake it into pies
Eat them in one sitting, baking in the sitting
We are the separation that never was a part of time
And I'm not just speaking, metaphysically

Paranoid little boys sipping Charlie's hoi polloi
The only myth is our death wish
The only myth is our death wish

So save us from the ugly house
So save us from the ugly house
So save us from the ugly house
So save us from the ugly house

We used "gay" to mean "subhuman"
And we wore brownface to the Bollywood ball

So we would dance at peculiar times
Under the watch of the dead and the eyes
Of the chattering classes still wiping their arses and
Pulling the hair from their regicide heads
Are we damned if we do and so lost to the bruises?
I'd choose you all over and over again
But you can't go to sea in a canoe, or can you?
I loved you and lost you, and soon, we'll be dead

Evict us from the ugly house
Evict us from the ugly house
Evict us from the ugly house
Evict us from the fuck-ugly house

How many holes in these walls of cheese?
Who can get purchase in walls like these?
How many holes in these walls of cheese?
Who can get purchase in walls like these?
Walls like these? Walls like these? Walls like these?

I hear the script is written
Already done what's good for us
Maybe a celebration
Maybe a "best of"
Gone are the dreams of this world
Gone are the numbers ticking off
Simply a puff of nothingness
So can we accept the message?
Happiness is much more than this