The house caught on fire in the winter
  the bosses lay slain
  and each of the workers decided to ten-fold their pay
  and they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
  and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
  
  But it doesn't really matter when the judgements are said
  'cause we all take our chances to find out romance is in some others bed
  and you might burn your fingers hock your best rings for those
  who'd have you standing naked then publicly auction the use of a hose
  
  all the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
  of the girl who loved talking to walls and jumping at trains
  and the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
  and nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
  
  but it doesn't really matter when the rights have been read
  'cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
  and I bet Nero and Pilate could easily explain
  how policemen & pirates get stoned in glass houses just finding their way