He'll be both safe and sound
You just sit there like a butterfly
When you're living with a gun
Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
When you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round
Or wish on a toilet roll
You're well protected by the glass
Well, you both can have some fun
You just sit there like a butterfly
When they throw away what's trash
You're such a rare collector's item
And the hand does fit the glove
And you don't know who to ask
And you can't trust anyone
You can just soak up the atmosphere
And you can't trust anyone
Oh, ain't it lonely
You're so fragile you just may break
He can drive you mad, he can make you sad
And you're all encased in glass
When the ghost comes round at midnight
He can keep you from the sun
Like a fish inside a bowl
When they take him down
And no matter what they tell you
You can hang suspended from a star
