Who Was That Masked Man

Oh, ain't it lonely when you're livin' with a gun?

Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn round

And you can't trust anyone

You just sit there like a butterfly

Yet you're all encased in glass

You're so fragile, you just may break

And ya don't know who to ask

Oh, ain't it lonely when you're livin' with a gun?

Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round

And you can't trust anyone

You just sit there like a butterfly

You're well protected by the glass

You're such a rare collector's item

When they throw away what's the trash

You can hang suspended from a star

Or wish on a toilet roll

You can just soak up the atmosphere

Like a fish inside a bowl

When the ghost comes 'round at midnight

Well, you both can have some fun

He can drive you mad, he can make you sad

He can keep you from the sun

When they take him down, he'll be both safe and sound

And the hand does fit the glove

And no matter what they tell you

There's good and evil in everyone