| Are you sitting comfortably?
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| Then we’ll begin
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| This is the Mad Hatter’s tea party
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| The telephones keep ringing
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| Driving me insane
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| Radio waves and monosodium glutamates
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| Poison me
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| Alcohol caresses my veins
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| Tobacco makes me sick again
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| My head’s confused
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| It explodes into mental mayhem
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| I get these wild, wild moods
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| I get obsessed
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| Everything seems so very pointless
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| What is it all aiming for?
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| A world without wars would never exist
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| A world without wars is a dream for realists
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| Education for what?
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| It’s just to brainwash kids
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| Someone must have designed this
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| I feel that it’s all pre-planned
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| I don’t want my kids to live in fear of man
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| We all explored and exploited
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| But the world keeps turning
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| Keeps turning
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| I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl
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| I’ve spoken out loud against the world
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| They’re sending me to the creepy room
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| For some chemically induced fear
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| Because my mind’s out of tune
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| I need some «cool discomfort»
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| I scare the monster in the creepy room —
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| He doesn’t like my eyes
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| He says they look like wounds —
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| The monster screams!
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| But monster, don’t you know?
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| No-one can hear you scream
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| In the creepy room |