Bartholomew bring me a fork
There's a minstrel parade on tv
Let the lights low

An excellent reason
To stay home tonight
Oh the old men wave their canes

They have yesterday's brains
And their worlds stop turning on Sundays
The young lives are clipped

And smudged on the rocks
Distorted and forgotten


Quietly she enters the room
But we can't talk
We can not be seen

Returning her new pair of jeans
Just to stay home tonight


Oh the mirror always shows
There's a stranger in my clothes
Standing on the third rail

Lost at sea, searching for me
And we don't know how to sail


So if you go to guitar store
You will see me again
Holding the door

It's an excellent night
To sleep on the floor
If you stay home tonight


Oh I saw you before
In the guitar store

I was lonely, lazy and useless
And Bartholomew moans
To the counterfeit clones

When he feels like he's not a human