I had a face
Pasted in place
Made out of paper paste and paint
It wasn't bad
I felt like I had
All of the mannerisms great and then the rain
No not again
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Watching the town
Wearing my crown
Made from an ice cream container
I'd study them all
I'd see how they'd fall
And it would never reoccur and that would stick
It's quite a trick
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Syco
I'm in the castle on the hill
Syco
Syco
My mother knows and loves me still
Syco
Syco syco syco syco syco
