Lyrics:

They built this whole neighborhood

Out of wood, out of wood

I guess I'll still be around when they burn, burn it down



I will be standing around when they burn it down

In the Museum of Idiots



Honey, I'm there when you need me

Please believe me, please believe me

I'll still be right where you met me, if you manage to forget me



Where we met is where you will forget

In the Museum of Idiots



If you and I had any brains, we wouldn't be in this place.



Chop me up into pieces,

If it pleases, if it pleases

When the chopping is through

Every piece will say, 'I love you'



Every piece of me will say 'I love you'

In the Museum of Idiots



Every piece of wood will say 'I love you'

In the Museum of Idiots