The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair   The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs   A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes   An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes      It's so very cold in the mansion after sunset   The snow is blowing through the baseboard outlets   And I have no idea what drives you, mister   Tanning beds explode with rich women inside      All my poor, hungry children   All my poor, hungry children   All my poor, hungry children   Time will break the world   Time will break the world   Time will break the world      The snow falls down so beautiful and stupid   For the black silhoutte of Abraham Lincoln trees   The sky's low and grey like a Japanese table   And my horse's legs look like four brown shotguns      The icicles are dripping like the whole house is weeping   On an evil little car with gull-wing doors   And I have no idea what drives you, mister   But I've killed you in my mind so many times before      All my poor, hungry children   All my poor, hungry children   All my poor, hungry children   Time will break the world   Time will break the world   Time will break the world