Every thought's a game   A pack of chimps I cannot tame   You're wondering who to blame   Now your ride has come up lame      Fortress full of hate   Fears and hopes all pound the gate   Too early, it's too late   What is evil, which is great?      Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs   And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs   To tend to the mice and wood   Where black is blue and bad is good      Thoughts that I keep my money in   Melt some wax and chunks of tin   Forget your name, how to walk and ignore   The light shining in from under the door      Thoughts like a thread through a foam device   Liquid bread and rubber ice   Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed   Wake up when you're dead