All the people are so happy now, their heads are caving in And crashes into everything that tries to make it stop
But every little thing's a domino that falls on different dots
I'm glad they are a snowman with protective rubber skin
And the mirror, it reflects a tiny dancing skeleton
Some people call them snakeSurrounded by a fleshy overcoat and swaddled in A furry hat, elastic mask, a pair of shiny marble dice
And nothing's smelling like a rose
I know nothing's gonna change my clothes ever anymoreBut I don't care if no one's coming up for air.
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