The La La Song

Oh it's such a shame to be
hanging off this balcony
twenty floors above the street
oh the things I done and seen for

Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala

Well I was once the king of fools
running round this neighborhood
I heart I thought I understood
came and went before I could

Yeah but some they wear their paper crowns
pilfering the lost and found
slouching towards your fantasies
the beast it must have its way with

Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala

I tell you true
it's mean and cold
like a prison of your very own
it's a hairy hungry cannibal
and it's rippin' your flesh rippin' your flesh

Now some are born in golden boots
others torn out from the roots
I got neither brains nor looks
I searched them mountaintops and brooks

yeah well Della cut her long black hair
Jimmy sold his watch so fair
and Jacob slaved for fourteen years
just for Rachel to box his ears

Well Cleopatra Anthony
elephants and bumblebees
Napoleon and Josephine
poor young Werther on his knees for

Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala
Lalalalalalalalalalalalala

I tell you true
it's mean and cold
like a prison of your very own
it's a hairy hungry cannibal
and it's rippin' your flesh rippin' your flesh

I tell you true
it's mean and cold
like a prison of your very own
it's a hairy hungry cannibal
and it's rippin' your flesh rippin' your flesh

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