You may think i cover up
Much of your view
There’s lot of things behind you
If you could only see a few
But imagine your surprise
When i tell you you can't see
What you wanna anyway
Cause there's a mirror
Behind my back
In the back
Behind
My
Back
There is one behind my
And it's just my shape
And you can't see the view
Maybe there's an ape
And you will see a scene
And it's got you in it
And you block your own view
Behind you... wait a minute
Then you may think you cover up
Much of your view
There's lots of things behind you
If you could only see a few
But imagine your surprise
When i tell you you can't see
What you wanna anyway
So cover all your mirrors
With curtains without rods
And roll up all your curtains*
Into rugs seldom seen
And now that you have done
Doing all of that
Throw it in a hole
Inside a mountain
Of madness