Around me I see masks,
Masks of rich, of happy of perfection…
Pretend like a little girl with a dollhouse.
So put on your hat with the feathers,
Dress up in a suit and tie,
Here's a drink, now just dance with me.
Don't look through the curtains
Dont peek around to the back yard
You'll see and hear things
Look at the host
He's chatting with them
He doesn't know that the gossip follows him
This is no mansion,
Mines much bigger
Compared to this Dollhouse
Well be perfect guests
Let's trash this place
Its just the normal thing
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
But here we'll take off our masks
Don't lie to me
D O L L H O U S E
I see things that no one else sees
We just look like perfect plastic.