ok one for you, you might get it
The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain
and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
but it doesnt really matter
when the judgements are said
'cos we all take our chances to find our romances in some others bed
and you might burn your fingers
hook your best friends rings for those
who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
all the children where laughing
their faces in half at the pain
of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
