This Way To The Egress Mr. Green
There's a man, who I could never see his face
And this man always covers up his teeth
For the fear, oh, they may be falling out
With his senile dreams of snakes he can't let go
Broken bones, yes his nose to compliment his face
It's a shame not to sprain on either of his legs
Currently he's sitting by the fire in his chair
Twenty-three years young but you'd never know from that stare
I know that you can't ever see the way I know this man
I think I'll run away from all the secrets that he carriеs in his hat
A bottle to his mouth of rum will pretty much fix that
His expеrience with a schizophrenic friend
Though he never knew his name, he called him Hairy Skeleton
They're coming and they're going, always fleeing from the scene
The picture perfect imaging imagining a scheme
"Go to hell!" he snarls at you from the mirror in the wall
But he's looking through you
Out into the hallways of his madness and the Casa Blanca scenes
Both seem to be running from the parties and the freaks
Wash your mouth out
Do your curtsy or your bow now
Can't you ever see my days?
I know you want to be there, Mr. Green
And I'll see
Screwing out the light bulbs
Toking on his pipe and smoke billows
Around his head of paranoia
And deluded thoughts
But you could never ever wonder where he got this from
Off his pills, he talks so far away
He'll light a match, you'll see it from a mile
He knows that you are there, he'll tell you from his stare
He'll walk right up to you and scream out
"Hey, sir! We've met
At a juncture not so far from here. (Yes, sir!)
And you gave your word
That you'd be here every day to speak with me."
I see you
Mr. Green
You are me
Can't you see?
And I see you
Mr. Green
You are me
Can't you see?
And I see you
Mr. Green
You are me
Can't you see?
