I sit inside your pretty little painted house

If you wouldn't mind I'm looking for my own way out

It's loud where they shout towards the middle

I'm keeping my head above ground

I looked inside your pretty little painted house

People talk in circles pretending to work things out

It's why we just ride in the middle

Watching the world go down

I won't play

I won't play your game

I won't play

I won't play your game

It's making me go insane

I work inside your pretty little painted house

Dreaming of a scene that would be better than allowed

The crowd is entitled to their vision hear them make their sound

I sit inside your little pretty painted house

I sit inside your little pretty painted house

I sit inside your little pretty painted house

I sit inside your little pretty painted house