Land of Broken Dreams

All aboard for Uglytown! Midlife crisis, ho! Place your cats and goats above the overhead below First stop, sanitarium Battle all your fears Blood will slick the corridors All will hide their fears Heave ho! I lost a candle as a child and now I pay and pay When lions infiltrate my teens And me, no soup to feed them But who are you to lead them To the land of broken dreams Swallow and reflect as others Shudder at the sight: Three men with lanterns saunter through Their lanterns bright (and bright) The widest saunters up to me His toothpick barely matted He said one word to me And that was "dead" — I said to him: Heave ho! When every vandal is a child they learn you pay to play The most surreal of closing scenes And when the script is written Only a fool is smitten With the land of broken dreams