"We're All Mad Here"

Well I live in a den of salesmen

We tell stories

And make people believe them

In heaven

We’re all dressed up

With nowhere to go

And no money to spend

On the things we don’t need

Just green tea and tuna

For breakfast, lunch, and dinna

Put out the light

They don’t see us

Put out the light

We’re all naked here

A pile of naked bodies

Incestuous little animals

Piled high in our little den

With our little pricks and little slits

And our big minds in a big, big world

I can sit in the corner

Twiddling numbers, thumbs and orders

Staring up from a crossword puzzle

Making your knees turn to soot

You’re collapsing in front of

My irreconcilable difference

And paving the way 

For a new way to stay

Underground with the worms and the witches

Because we’re all mad here

But you’ve nothing to fear

When you let your lies

Fall aside

And strip yourself alive