She insists that she's a lunatic, closer to the bone
She hardly ever visits upstairs, we'll ride the telephone
Well I guess beauty does what beauty does best
It's beautiful
She says that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously
I do hope God is good to me
And Santa Claus to the children
Celebrate
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate
This party's over
I'm going home
His essential complications are hung up on confused
It's a planet full of traffic lights and traffic light abusers
But that's no stranger than strange
Or any other stranger
He claims it's dangerous to be innocent
'Cause you're the victim every time
Histories of insanity intruding on the sane
Celebrate
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate (celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Histories of insanity intruding on the sane
Even if your problem is the problem do we have to play this game?
In all a dizzy thought
For anyone to shoulder
See that's the trouble with reality
It's taken far too seriously
I do hope God is good to me
And Santa Claus to the children
Celebrate (celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate (celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home
Celebrate (celebrate)
This party's over
I'm going home

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