In my art gallery some strange things happen
  By the way it's the opening day
  Welcome in let your mind fly away
  Have some wine we ask you to stay
  There are paintings that kisses
  With their frames the chandelier they misses
  and if a fountain of silver and gold you'll find
  just pick a coin, make a wish and a rhyme
  Ridiculous art of concrete and steel
  explaining the world but looks like a broken wheel
  
  Here in my gallery Welcome in
  It's a house of joy a house of sin
  
  Skeleton sculptures with hollow red
  eyes purple glass spiders walking on lines
  A hundred rainbow coloured swords
  ringing like a church carillon
  Snake like rusty plumbing
  crawl under the ceiling
  buckled steel plates like dragon scales
  A white cold breath like rime on my brim
  Is this truth or fiction...
  It's what you want it to be
  
  Here in my gallery Welcome in
  It's a house of joy a house of sin
  Stay in my gallery Why don't you come on in
  I'm waiting for you Where have you been
  
  In my gallery there's always fun
  No need to be afraid, no need to run
  It's so very bright, so full of sun
  and it's my loving doll, my honey bun...
  
  Once there was a man
  that came in here
  He told me his dreams
  he's in another sphere
  sucked up in the colour stage
  it's just another page
  He reached a higher level
  This can go on forever
  
  Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir
  It's so easy to decide in here - you can't go too far
  
  The same man that came in here
  He was lost in his dream, it was fun and so surreal
  He was dancing in the colour stage
  with the skeletons and the purple spiders
  He said, How can this be so real...
  
  Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir
  It's so easy to decide in here - you can't go too far
  
  White pearl statues smiling in marble halls
  A flock of seagulls on the northern wall
  Black Velvet skies in big blue eyes
  I think I saw Jimi H in the haze
  Crystal windows on the third floor
  sugar cane fences down below
  A little boy beside his mum
  A poor man dressed in rag
  
  I'm here - I feel - okay - here I'll stay
  jump in - be the mouse - in my maze
  Be the mouse in my maze
  I'm the cat so lets race!
  
  Then they came - the critics of fame
  They scrutinise with big brother eyes
  
  Sipping red wine telling lies
  A point or two shoot the dice
  
  An old man with tired eyes
  A student with books in his hands
  They understand much more than you know
  They don't even have a plan
  
  Sipping red wine telling lies
  A point or two now shoot the dice - shoot the dice
  
  What did the old man say when he left his physic sphere
  -"My dreams are deceptions, of better times out here"
  But this lovely dreamlands makes the life much more bright
  To come here and fly away, after night, night after night