Some people got more kicks than halfpence Crying for attention, like cracks in the pavement All of this pointed, like perfect TV When you're sowing the wind, you reap the whirlwind Your flexible nature, serving no purpose Like a terrible artist, your using no shadow The king of this castle, is pulling new shades Gilding the lilies, and all of them fakes Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story, same old story Typical tragic, small house and small street Narrow the outlook, small minded complete The emperor's new clothes, get clearer and clearer Dictate to the fingers, that tighten the trigger Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story, same old story, same old story And the king of this castle is pulling new shapes Life is a poison, it begins at home Pride is a trinket, security blanket Tangle the spiders on the webs that we weave Who gets the mansions? Same old story We get the ruins Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story Who gets the mansions? We get the ruins Same old story