P:407 - Despondency

Driving down a dreary lane
Once my yellow brick road
There is no place like home
There is no place like home
Do I want to go home?
Somehow I'm not so sure

They tore down the palace hall
To make space for shopping malls
The occupation of our kings
Selling burgers and onion rings

Every day, a little more jaded
Every day, just slightly more numb
The fairy tales have almost faded
The child in me is almost gone

I pass Little red riding hood
lighting up a cigarette,
offering a taste of the forbidden fruit
She put grandma in a home

Every day, a little more jaded
Every day, just slightly more numb
The fairy tales have almost faded
The child in me is almost gone

The Seven Dwarves are stealing cars
To pay for Snow-white's Snow
And how this story really ended,
I don't want to know

So I steer my diesel carriage into the driveway of my castle
Where my sleeping beauty sleeps
with Cinderella's prince