We build a house, but not for us It's for the lords to please their gods Clean the crown in your letdown All dressed up, but face in mud Do not let them see how you must drudge for a smaller crown A kingdom made of cardboard and, on top of it, a useless queen Cleanse the crown in your letdown Cleanse the crown in your letdown We build a house with carpets on the walls Golden ceilings and white floors So don't forget for whom this is Ha, ha, ha, how right we are Ha, ha, ha, how right we are