You're curious, like, what am I up to? What difference does it actually make? Because only in your head am I a troublemaker.

You're curious, like, what am I up to? What difference does it actually make? Because only in your head am I a troublemaker. And I'm not inventing it, I answer, but I repeat myself. Because at home I do simple things They, as everyone knows, are like pincers In an instant they'll rip you out of the fairy tale And everything will fall into its place and onto its runners As demanded by those, Who live nearby and stopped making eyes long ago.