I'm walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith Who said that smiling candles, waving gently Would always laugh at him Because he was so unattractive And so sadly hating things he saw That were more pleasanter than he, sees I'm sadly smiling to his friends Whose enemies would always lend A kind remark, a kiss to spark A key to enter in the dark A hiding place, a place to make A paradise to forsake all your cares And all those scary people And I dare you to scream I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith Who said that I was right and you were wrong To play upon the Chinese Gong And as I look to my dismay The night time faded into day Proclaiming sacrifice Killing all that was nice