It’s what you say to me Can’t you see That you can fall too far to live And you can go too high to breath And you can know too much to feel And they say “what’s wrong with that?” It’s like you’re the mad hatter and I’m just a hat
I like suburban housing And sticks of dynamite You needed a king But you found a parasite
It’s their artillery That only the sick can see But you can bleed too much to give And you can give too much to feed That passerby who has a greater need And they say “what’s wrong with that?” It’s like you’re the mad hatter and I’m just a hat