Boredom builds in Babylon, freedom's just a short ride
Long sleeves hide the tracks, radio belts out a summer song
Station wagon's full, children packed inside
Wait a while, stay and play, Mommy won't be long
Look in my hands, see what I've brought
Come on baby try some fun
You're strong enough never to be caught
That's for some other someone
Getting hooked Is for the unclean
We're only on a visit to Gallery 14

Silver spoons and candles, such a ritual
Self-portraits hung on the wall
Voices yell to needle-held figures
But the puppets don't hear them call
Glace packets popping in a vain
Heads sink into soothing comatose
But before they reach into oblivion
The doctor says they can all use another dose
Everything becomes a dream
Inside the walls and minds of Gallery 14

Whatever you do, don't look straight ahead

Sometimes I feel a weakness
I don't know where to turn
Sometimes I feel an emptiness
I try; I can't discern
Sometimes I look in the mirror
r don't know who I am
Sometimes I look at the puppets
Had I can't pretend to understand
Don't let there be a set of strings
To pull me into that scene
Gallery 14