Celebrate

She insists that she's a lunatic, closer to the bone She hardly ever visits upstairs, would rather telephone Well I guess beauty does what beauty does best, it's beautiful Says that's the trouble with reality It's taken far too seriously I do hope God is good to me And Santa Claus to the children Celebrate, this party's over I'm going home Celebrate, this party's over I'm going home His essential complications are hung up on confused It's a planet full of traffic lights and traffic light abuse But that's no stranger than strange Or any other stranger He claims it's dangerous to be innocent As you're the victim every time Histories of insanity intruding on the sane Celebrate, this party's over I'm going home Celebrate, this party's over I'm going home Are histories of insanity intruding on the sane? Even if your problem is the problem do we have to play those games? When a heartache is enough for anyone to shoulder See that's the trouble with reality It's taken far too seriously I do hope God is good to me And Santa Claus to the children Celebrate (Celebrate) This party's over I'm going home Celebrate (Celebrate) This party's over I'm going home Celebrate (Celebrate) This party's over I'm going home