Behind the white curtain, the veil and the lid
There's nothing uncertain that is not left well hid
You scream out your number as you place your bid
To the tune of a nightingale's trill
The height-frightened pilot in the three star hotel
And the magazine pirate who is booked there as well
Stood waiting in line just for someone to tell
Them the price of their bill
I waited for an answer just behind the gate
All you could tell me was that, it must be fate
The whispers of sisters soon to be shocked
With a twist of the wrist and an unopened lock
I asked her what passed her and between what she's not
She said it's sure to give you a thrill
Neptune's uncle after crawling out the sea
Sat with a candlestick balanced on his knee
Drinking from an ashtray kicked off a balcony
Cos it's hard to swallow that pill
I couldn't help but overhearing somebody say
There's nothing this direction if we want to go this way
I really don't deserve it after everything I'm not
So if you must preserve it I'd prefer if it was got
Thrown out with all of the filth and waste and rot
That lies trampled on the ground
Poor old Cleopatra was looking so concerned
While Mark Anthony felt he had been spurned
It seems what happened while my back was turned
Someone moved the whole room around
I watched you from the outside when suddenly I heard
Have you finally realised that it's really all absurd