Enter the creaking house
Isolated from life
A warm home for the mice
And an abandoned boy
His only friends were mice
A life without much light
Cut off from the world
A motionless full stop
An exciting stare off with the dark
Oh but how he dreams of dreams
Of what other things are out there
Bustling sounds beyond the walls
He�s got space and he�s got time
In the sockets where his eyes should be
It�s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality
He�s got space and he�s got time
In the sockets where his eyes should be
It�s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality
Having been given eyes
By his mousy friends
He went out to the world
To see the sights and scenes
Returning to his home
With a newly acquired
Pessimistic view
Says he�d rather be blind!
Than to see this awful little world
Filled with horrid creatures
A marathon of life and death
Spiraling pikes of black and grey
The world is grey, the world is dead
The world is full of grime and filth
It�s a sight worse than hell
It�s a nightmare coming true!
The world is grey, the world is dead
The world is full of grime and filth
It�s a sight worse than hell
It�s a nightmare coming true!
His gratitude was sparse and dry
Not a word of thank you to the mice
Spiteful the mice crawled up his face
And with their claws they scratched out his eyes
Off his silly head!
He�s got space and he�s got time
In the sockets where his eyes should be
It�s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality
He�s got space and he�s got time
In the sockets where his eyes should be
It�s a strange tragedy, a genetic anomality
