Despondency کے بول

Driving down a dreary lane Once my yellow brick road There is no place like home There is no place like home Do I want to go home? Somehow I'm not so sure They tore down the palace hall To make space for shopping malls The occupation of our kings Selling burgers and onion rings Every day, a little more jaded Every day, just slightly more numb The fairy tales have almost faded The child in me is almost gone I pass Little red riding hood lighting up a cigarette, offering a taste of the forbidden fruit She put grandma in a home Every day, a little more jaded Every day, just slightly more numb The fairy tales have almost faded The child in me is almost gone The Seven Dwarves are stealing cars To pay for Snow-white's Snow And how this story really ended, I don't want to know So I steer my diesel carriage into the driveway of my castle Where my sleeping beauty sleeps with Cinderella's prince