Stand up, you sit down

'Cos your ceiling's too low, there's no chairs on the ground

See you, you see me

And my views are obscured by your giant T.V.



These things mean so much

But there's something here that's not quite right



There's something rotten in here

And the house is weird

And all the people that come

Will all concede it's easy

It's easy



You see steps to this door

But they lead me upstairs, though there's only one floor

See things, they're not clear

'Cos you're vision impaired, but the truth isn't there