We're All Mad Here

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 hereAs 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 lastAnd 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 hereAnd 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