From the backroom of my head I hear you shout
Through my animated state and sheets of late
I do my best to stay alive but from the backroom
of my head
I hear you shout
Through my animated state

Now the emerald piper plays
Inside the bar in which you stay
It's closing time
blow to your frail ambitions
You act just like a dumdum boy
child deprived of all its toys
Notorious
man with no mission

In the sawdust from the past there is still room
For significant mistakes and muted hate
I hear a signal from the wire but from the backroom
of my head
I hear you shout
Through my animated state

Like a king without a crown
You rode high
Were turned around
Without a crown
Beyond recognition
You need protection from yourself
You have been slipping
Cry for help or let it bleed
In your private prison