Weezer Mansion Of Cardboard
Overcoat
Old wool cap
Leather gloves
Hide the fat
In a world made of tears
He is safe from his fears
On his own
He's on his own (on his own)
He likes it that way
Thoughts arise
Fear is doubt
Bearing through
Giving smell
It's the happiest day
When he moves far away
From the crowd
The curious crowd
He wants them to,
Stand back the old man's snoring heavy
Down underneath the bridge he's got his,
Mansion of cardboard slats
And it's enough
Oohhhh
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It's the happiest day
When he moves far away
From the crowd
The curious crowd
He wants them to,
Stand back the old man's snoring heavy
Down underneath the bridge he's got his,
Mansion of cardboard slats
And it's enough
Oooh
