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