…and down the hallway there’s a door standing open

The room beyond it is dark and quiet

And she knows just what you’ve done

And she also knows who with

She’ll make herself forget. What are you feeling?

Well can you justify it now

Why don’t you take it to the end

Are you scared of vain?

Go tell the world how

You’re a genius, you’re a giant

You’re a prince, you are the Pope

The things you feel are just a joke

So burn burn burn

They filmed your party, you were the centre

You had your bottle, you met new people

She took you off to see her house

And her teenage daughters there

But after evening meal you started dying

You’re a genius, you’re a giant

You’re a prince, you are the Pope

The things you feel are just a joke

So burn burn burn

Then the Mother and Daughters cried, “Don’t leave us”

But I ran anyway

And so they said “Come back

You’re a visionary genius and a beautiful, sensuous man”

The English toy town’s looking well

William Blake fans sipping halves of ale

Cruel but profound, they’re all one colour

But she came from rocks and rain

Where the people have no pride or hope

And you’re oozing both, now they won’t help you

You’re a genius, you’re a giant

You’re a prince, you are the Pope

The things you feel are just a joke

So burn burn burn

You’re a genius, you’re a giant

You’re a prince, you are the Pope

The things you feel are just a joke

So burn

I am God

I bring you an instant picnic

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