My Hideaway

In my secret little hideaway Where I'm livin' from day to day I got every little thing a man could dream of to keep the Blues away I got my smoke and I got my drink Make me fuzzy and it make me think About the various political situations and the country on the brink Hideaway, in my hideaway I got toilet paper, I got bleach I got 27 crates of each To keep me clean and disinfected, completely out of reach Of the pedophiles drinking blood That are lurking in my neighbourhood Everything has meaning just like Snow White understood Hideaway, in my hideaway I'm cookin' up a crazy cake It's gonna take a little while to bake From the crumbs I make my bread and watch the sleepwalkers awake Because the patriots, they don't sleep With all the secrets hidden in the deep State of mind the Storm is coming now, the Mockingbird will peep Hideaway, in my hideaway