Some people got more kicks than halfpence   Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement   All of this pointed, like perfect TV   When you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind      Your flexible nature, serving no purpose   Like a terrible artist, your using no shadow   The king of this castle, is pulling new shades   Gilding the lilies, and all of them fakes      Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story   Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story, same old story      Typical tragic, small house and small street   Narrow the outlook, small minded complete   The emperor's new clothes, get clearer and clearer   Dictate to the fingers, that tighten the trigger      Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story   Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story, same old story, same old story      And the king of this castle is pulling new shapes   Life is a poison, it begins at home   Pride is a trinket, security blanket   Tangle the spiders on the webs that we weave      Who gets the mansions?   Same old story   We get the ruins      Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story   Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins   Same old story