Room With a View

The hunter lines his trophies up across his wall, beneath his bed.
A tiger's head,
a snakeskin rug,
slugs in a jug,
the bugs make halos 'round the phone.
He'd call his friends to come around
they'd all get stoned
when he pulled old Medusa moaning from a sack.
She poses then she cracks their mirror shades.
It's just her way.
He lets her play a while then throws her back.
Then they all go fishing in the reservoir...
I see, I see from my room.
I see from my room with a view.
My room's nothing special.
All the furniture is old.
They smashed up all my windows, so it's cold.
I told city hall to build a wall
to stop the outside coming inside but they've stalled.
I'm lord of this manor
but it's 30 feet across and falling fast.
I sprawl in plaster, bricks and garbage.
Through the ceiling I see blue - I see you!