Mansion Of Cardboard کے بول

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 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 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 Stand back The old man's snoring heavy Down underneath the bridge He's got his mansion of cardboard slats And it's enough