I wish they'd put up every street for sale   It wouldn't be all that hard   I think they'd sell quite well      And change all the plastic into wood   Burn all our cash   Yeah, that would be good!      Watch out   Cause nothing is ever as it seems   To find the bell that always rings   It's in the shape of things   And make the time   To find a world   That i've denied myself for years   And hug my stone   In the graveyard      Ahhhhhhh      Just take it   Fake it left   Deke out the guard