You can hang me in a bottle like a cat   Let the crows pick me clean but for my hat   Where the wailing of a baby   Meets the footsteps of the dead   We're all mad here      As the devil sticks his flag into the mud   Mrs Carol has run off with Reverend Judd   Hell is such a lonely place   And your big expensive face will never last      And you'll die with the rose still on your lips   And in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips   And the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine   We're all mad here      And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain   And we're all inside a decomposing train   And your eyes will die like fish   And the shore of your face will turn to bone