Mr Fairytale

I'm the prostitudeshade's trick And I sing that song in the drunk tricky night Yes, I look for some lost good memory inside I'm the prostitudeshade's trick And I get back home dragging off my drunk tricky mind upstairs, tonight As that crown-prince near his old naive God-king father I'll aim to the top step And waving my vain flag As a modern fairytale's slave I'll be free to choose my prison's colours I'll be free to choose my prison's colours Again So let me feel good inside And insane, yeah insane like a child Cause when I'll be old and wise All of my Gods should be weak, no rise The promises in the breeze, dancing on ever mistakes road, evil Even I feel that I'm so exorcised again I drop behind myself in finding who I am With no reasons to buy a mirror Without my name and no gifts nor keys No one visits your body's prison That looks like an air cell fluctuating, like a lazy bumblebee I express my game You express my fame I guess you're as lame as me So share your pity pain with no greed.