If I went to a party thrown by neighbours on my street
And the hosts were serving food I couldn't force myself to eat
And the partiers were smoking stuff I couldn't bear to smell
And the music called up demons from the very depths of hell

If the things that they discussed really drove my spirit down
And I thought that the whole lot of them were trite sadistic clowns
I'd probably forego the urge to preach how they should change
And leave for greener pastures so I wouldn't get deranged!

daylia