Life in a Glasshouse

Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend She is papering the windowpanes She is putting on a smile Living in a glasshouse And once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal highnesses Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat But someone's listening in Once again we are hungry for a lynching That's a strange mistake to make You should turn the other cheek Living in a glasshouse Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only Only, only, only, only, only, only, only, only There's someone listening in