(Box/Kerslake/Thain)
Walkin’ around this concrete garden
Viewing all in vain
Thinking why a dream is driving everyone insane
Then something will come and make you feel
The master in control
Still you’re pickin’ up and screwing anyone
Who’s gotta soul
I’ve been here far too long to remember
Sights and sounds from this town of clowns
Makin’ up, dressin’ up and walkin’ around
Thinkin’ that you’re Greta Garbos
I’m sorry my dears but we only sat down
And laughed and laughed in sorrow
But it was you that opened the door, and
It’s that we thank you for
Walkin’ around this concrete garden
Viewing all in vain
Thinking why a dream is driving everyone insane
Everyone insane
Everyone insane
Everyone’s insane