Living in a glass house

Once again we are hungry for a lynching
Living in a glass house
Only, only, only, only, only, only, only

There's someone listening in
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones
Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Your royal highnesses

Once again packed like frozen food and battery hens
Only, only, only, only, only, only
But someone's listening in
Well, of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well, of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat
You should turn the other cheek

She is putting on a smile
Think of all the starving millions
Well, of course I'd like to sit around and chat
That's a strange mistake to make