VERSE 1
In the morning there's a buzz of flies
Between the pillows and the skies
That beg into your eyes
Through the looking glass
And between your thighs
VERSE 2
A talking cats no great surprise
as we go straight down the rabbit hole
there we go
I've been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
I've been waiting to show you
A set of photographs
That'll make you laugh and smile
VERSE 3
You might wanna stick one on his nose
Around his teeth, down this drug hole of him
They've nowhere else to go
VERSE
Scottish fiver up his noise
haven't seen his face in oh so long ago
i was there to sing but i didn't dare
his lips are blue his eyes are closed
I've been meaning to tell you
A sentimental thing that occurred to me
I've been waiting to show you
A set of photographs
the moment came and went to fast
OUTRO
what the papers say isn't true
no more shouting
no more pouting for you