Who Was That Masked Man

Oh, ain't it lonely

When you're living with a gun

When you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round

And you can't trust anyone



You just sit there like a butterfly

And you're all encased in glass

You're so fragile you just may break

And you don't know who to ask



Oh, ain't it lonely

When you're living with a gun

Well, you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round

And you can't trust anyone



You just sit there like a butterfly

You're well protected by the glass

You're such a rare collector's item

When they throw away what's trash



You can hang suspended from a star

Or wish on a toilet roll

You can just soak up the atmosphere

Like a fish inside a bowl



When the ghost comes round at midnight

Well, you both can have some fun

He can drive you mad, he can make you sad

He can keep you from the sun



When they take him down

He'll be both safe and sound

And the hand does fit the glove

And no matter what they tell you

There's good and evil in everyone