My Ceiling's Low - Two, Rob Halford

The collar fits

It’s 'round my neck

A limping full

I am a wreck

The window’s black

My suit is grime

Throw me a crumb

The cake’s not mine

My ceiling’s low

My ceiling’s low

If you should lose your head

You can use mine instead

I will throw you your hat

Cause I know where it’s at

I’d like to offer you a drink

Don’t mind if it goes down the sink

Don’t hesitate

Don’t even look

I know what’s floating

In my soup

My ceiling’s low

My ceiling’s low

If you should lose your head

You can use mine instead

I will throw you your hat

Cause I know where it’s at