Spread the plastic, drop a sheet
Through my door new people I may meet
Not the nicest as you may see
I'll treat them with agility

If only they would be nice to me
We could sit and joke and have some tea.
A little hospitality

And if they never raise a fuss
You will never hear me cuss

A common dream not far to find
is on the edge of my aching mind

Tolstoy written in one thin book
Its good to have another look

Sleeping tight within my bed
Will cure my ever aching head

Always check what button to push
Suprise might make you take another look

One for All and All for One I'll sacrifice until its done

Here I'll make my final stand
God and me hand in hand

I'll die for love and what its for
Who is willing to die for hate?

Got a light?