The green man is saying
“Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk”
But I don’t walk, I don’t walk
I don’t work anymore
I don’t get what they do it for…

The green fairy’s yelling
“Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink it down, drink it down”
Though the ship is sinking now
I’m not useful anyhow

There’s a green paper heart
In the space between my lungs
Pull my ribcage apart
For there’s an addict in the attic
Of this house that we built
Beneath the ashes and the silt
So if you search very hard
You’ll find my small green paper heart…

The wizard paints his city in the colour of his envy
In the colour of the wings I fly I away on
For a time I just saw red at all the things that he had said
Until I recognized he’d written them in schoolyard crayon

There’s a green paper heart
In the space between my lungs
Pull my ribcage apart
For there’s an addict in the attic
Of this house that we built
Beneath the ashes and the silt
So if you search very hard
You’ll find my small green paper heart…

She said “you’ve got to stand for something”
“We used to stand for something”
Well you've got to stand for something
Before you can ever sell out…

There’s a green paper heart
In the space between my lungs
Pull my ribcage apart
For there’s an addict in the attic
Of this house that we built
Beneath the ashes and the silt
So if you search very hard
You’ll find my small green paper heart…