Buried in the Backyard

Monkeys do leap on backs
When they get there it's parrot fashion
I wouldn't talk like a stranger
If you knew what could be
Buried in the backyard

Darkness is just hidden by the light
Sometimes I'm paralyzed by the fright of it
I don't mean to be alarmist
But the things that people bury in the backyard

O Angels in armchairs
With a lust for demons and bad news
Kill the princess - put her out of her misery
Do me a favour - lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues - just the blues

You gave me a violent mind
How much of this is honesty
I feel such a stranger
I thought I was a man of peace

O Angels in armchairs
With a lust for demons and bad news
Kill the princess - put her out of her misery
Do me a favour - lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues - just the blues
O Angels in armchairs making less of history
Kill the princess - put her out of her misery
Do me a favour - lock all the doors
And tell me it's just the blues - just the blues
You tell me it's just the blues