Someone drew me a new nose,
Another face and a pair of other hands,
And then mercilessly rubbed out
All that was my own self.
He grabbed me by the collar and pinned me
To a Bristol board1 with a painted background.
Since that time I’ve never known…
I really don’t know
What I’m supposed, what I’m supposed to do.
Is it going to always stay this way?
I feel like a cartoon character.
Who was that guy who hit upon the idea
Of surrounding me, out of spite,
With a world made of paper, of paper.
They make me walk a fairytale road,
Keep fighting with a paper dragon,
Live and sleep in paper houses,
Steal a paperboard moon from the sky.
Oh, Fate! Oh, Fate!
I keep being hit at a nose that’s not mine.
Even though I try,
I cannot, I cannot escape
From this land of paper hearts.
Is it going to always stay this way?
I feel like a cartoon character.
Who was that guy who hit upon the idea
Of surrounding me, out of spite,
With a world made of paper, of paper.
Oh, oh, oh, a world made of paper.
A world made of pa-pa-pa-pa-paper.
Is it going to stay this way?
Always a cartoon character
Always a cartoon character
1. a kind of a paperboard