Stand up, you sit down   'cos your ceiling's too low, there's no chairs on the ground   See you, you see me   And my views are obscured by your giant t.v.      These things mean so much   But there's something here that's not quite right      There's something rotten in here   And the house is weird   And all the people that come   Will all concede it's easy   It's easy      You see steps to this door   But they lead me upstairs, though there's only one floor   See things, they're not clear   'cos you're vision impaired, but the truth isn't there