We're All Mad Here
("Alice" studio version, 2002)

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 [bad word] off with Reverend Judd [bad word] 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 [bad word] ladder of your spine
We're all mad here

And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain
And we're all inside a [bad word] train
And your eyes will die like fish
And the shore of your face
will turn to bone