Bartholemew bring me a fork There's a minstrel parade on tv Let the lights glow, 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 Bartholemew moans To the counterfeit clones When he feels like he's not a human