Museum Of Idiots

They built this whole neighborhood
Out of wood, out of wood
I guess I’ll still be around
When they burn, burn it down
I will be standing around when they burn it down
Here in the museum of idiots
Honey, I’m there when you need me
Please believe me, please believe me
I’ll still be right where you met me
If you manage to forget me
Where we met is where you may forget
Here in the museum of idiots
If you and I had any brains, we wouldn’t be in this place
Chop me up into pieces
If it pleases, if it pleases
And when the chopping’s through
Every piece will say «I love you»
Every piece of me will say «I love you,»
Here in the museum of idiots
Every piece of me will say «I love you, you, you,»
Here in the museum of idiots