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