Letra de
Paper Maché

Twenty houses in a row.
Eighty people watch a TV show.
Paper people, carboard dreams.
How unreal the whole thing seems.
Can we be living in a world made of paper maché?
Everything is clean and so neat.
Anything that?s wrong can be just swept away.
Spray it with cologne and the whole world smells sweeeeeet.
Ice cream cones and candy bars.