things fall to pieces and I’m happy about itnhappy about itnhappy about itnhear the people screaming in their respective housesnrespective housesnrespective mousesnnI don’t need to die in your field of green nonI don’t really care a lotnI don’t know exactly what you’ve seen butnI’m at peace in your parking lotnnI don’t spend my summer times waiting for sunshinenI like the nighttimenI see my own linenthere inside the blue and rising summer moonlightna blinking blue lightnin your room rightnnI don’t need to die ‘neath your castle wall orntears you cry for Camelotnwell I would be surprised if I cared at all causenI’m at peace in your parking lotnnset your moses on mountains highnravens crying nevermorenpoint my feet at some grand ravine butni’ve seen more in your dresser drawernnwouldn’t state my reasons just to have you hate menso irate andnso exteriornif you should discover then lord please remembernI’m a member ofnnothing in particularnnI don’t need to die for your royal grace ornwars on economic thoughtnno I didn’t show just to run your race mannI’m at peace in your parking lotnnfather loses everything he’s worked his life fornso chalk another upnto experiencednthoughtless and breathless falls the grand appearancenkeep aware ofnwho’s moving near usnnI don’t need to die in his field of green nonI don’t really care a lotnwould it be so wrong just to say that all Inwant is peace in your parking lotnI’m at peace in your parking lotnI’m at peace in your parking lot