The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall,
beneath his bed...A tiger's head,
a snakeskin rug, slugs in a jug,
the bugs make halos 'round his phone.
He'd call his friends to come around - they'd all get
stoned when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack.
She poses then she cracks their mirror shades.
It's just her way. He let's her play a while then throws
her back, then they all go fishing in the reservoir...
I see. I see from my room. I see from my room with a view.
My room's nothing special.
All the furniture is old. They smashed up all my windows,
so it's cold. I told city hall to build a wall to stop
the outside coming inside but they've stalled.
..I'm lord of this manor but it's 30 feet across and
falling fast; I sprawl in plaster,
bricks and garbage - through the ceiling I see blue - I see you!