You're living in your own home
You're living in your own world
You're living in a waking dream
You're living in the best of all possible worlds
The smell of contagion
In the hall of your apartment
And a soft little scratching
On the wall of the room next to yours
And thousands of Mr Odds never seem to get a shirt on
Thousands of Mr Odds using tea bags everyday
Thousands of Mr Odds living inside of Royal Oak station
Daycare nation
Daycare nation
They're not real
They're there by accident
They're not real
It's just an accident of birth