Corridor and shrubbery, thy tea bags filled with joy
I'm stepping off the gangplank and I've forgotten where I've been.
What tires of squealing rubber, the crow has left his nest.
Lets pull the sheet off old Aunt Mabel
And put the child to rest.
Devil's in the basement, a banjos in the wreath.
Houses rain cats and dogs,
While wind cuts through the trees.
Toy shop armageddon conceiled inside my lid, images come pooring out asking what I did.
A zebra's playing dominos but it's all in black and white.
A monkey bangs on symbols, in an archetypic right.
A princess sucks her finger, later carpet lined with lead.
She's painting twisted van Gogh bouquets from a canal of blotted red.
And my teeth are grinning tyrants as I spiral to the floor.
The clock it coo-coos on the wall, I am, I think, therefore.
But my boxcar's filled with innocence as passions have escaped.
Now we're standing in chaos!
But my mind can't seem to wait.
I'm walking down without a sound
You'll dig the well, I'll ring the bell.
Well you'll be mine, to turpentine
I'm going down, I'm going down.
We'll ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes, we all, fall, down!