The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed.   A tiger's head, a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug, the bugs make halos 'round the phone.   He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack.   She poses then she cracks their mirror shades.   It's just her way. He lets her play a while then throws her back.   Then they all go fishing in the reservoir...      I see, I see from my room.   I see from my room with a view.      My room's nothing special.   All the furniture is old.   They smashed up all my windows, so it's cold.   I told city hall to build a wall to stop the outside coming inside but they've stalled.   I'm lord of this manor but it's 30 feet across and falling fast.   I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage.   Through the ceiling I see blue - I see you!