The Snowglobe

Up in the mountains imperfection shouts it's name, with hermits, bears
and gory carcasses,
While down in the city happy people, perfect people, smile and play
Day after day after day
They all have blonde locks that shine golden like the sun
And they all have church picnics, where they tag and run
They all eat ice cream and never get fat
And they all have ridiculous metabolism
And they all love each other
And they all love god
And they are all just one big happy family
Until the idiot child comes along and shakes their snowglobe,
And they fall out of their houses,
And their picnic food and low fat toffuti rice cream
Smear them away away
And their perfect golden-as-the-sun locks aren't so perfect anymore
And they all hate each other.
And they all curse god.
And they all have horrible metabolism.
Meanwhile, up in the mountains, imperfection shouts it's name, with
hermits, bears and gory carcasses
Don't I wish I were a gory carcass.