King of the Ostriches

At night, their lamps and lit kerosene Make rounds through the city corralling the citizenry Our homes are all drenched in gasoline We better watch what we say Or they may make a fiery scene And the philosophy here makes no sense to me It's not the way it should be Are we not seeing the same thing? And the veracity in which you seem to believe it's really staggering It goes something like this Bury your head deep in the sand Ignore any common sense Silence the voice inside your head Put your faith in the good one King of the Ostriches My head is like a wild carousel Spun off of it's hinges Why is everybody looking at me? I guess I'm kind of making a scene I shouldn't say what I'm thinking They may make an example of me And Nosferatu's doppelgänger on the loudspeaker He's licking his lips They're really eatin it up, quick Show our guest to the great guillotine Where we play bobbing for apples You'll look great on my mantle Bury your head deep in the sand Ignore any common sense Silence the voice inside your head Put your faith in the best of us King of the Ostriches