Pardon Me

All of my dreams had a fairy all of my friends had a goal
 Both of them died and were buried while we were shoveling coal
 I don't think life's all that different I don't think work is a chore
 All that I ask for is freedom cause I am too old to be bored
 I like to sleep at the opera the angels will smother the walls
 I like my showers all soapy with music that lets you stand tall
 Pardon me
 Pardon me
 Pardon me
 Pardon me
 Staring at skulls in the desert a flower must bloom at the dawn
 You would do best to forget her cause
 that road will just lead you on and on
 A parakeet sings for his sorrow a man must lay threadbare his soul
 The difference his cage isn't covered cause he is just digging a hole
 Pardon me
 Pardon me
 Pardon me
 Pardon me