You want a big house To fill it up with all your things As crazy as it seems, as crazy as it is ♪ You put your walls up To free yourself from everything And the silence round them's louder than it's been ♪ Yes, it's a fine reflection when your mirror's tall And you can even pay another to hang it from your door ♪ You hunt for gold things Like a dragon's killed for it's keep But what's gold to a monster? It only cuts it's teeth ♪ And it's a blurred depiction when you're ten feet tall And the only light you can see bounced from your floors ♪ But you take what you like and put it down Well, it's old jargon, get your hands off Mother Brown