I sit inside your pretty little painted house
If you wouldn’t mind I'm looking for my own way out
It’s loud where they shout towards the middle
I'm keeping my head above ground

I looked inside your pretty little painted house
People talk in circles pretending to work things out
It's why we just ride in the middle
Watching the world go down

I won’t play
I won’t play your game
I won’t play
I won’t play your game
It's making me go insane

I work inside your pretty little painted house
Dreaming of a scene that would be better than allowed
The crowd is entitled to their vision hear them make their sound

I sit inside your little pretty painted house
I sit inside your little pretty painted house
I sit inside your little pretty painted house
I sit inside your little pretty painted house