The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain but it doesn't really matter when the judgements are said 'cos we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed and you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose all the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain but it doesn't really matter when the rights have been read 'cos we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain how policemen & pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way.