One pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you…Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice (instead)…when she’s ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits. And you know you’re going to fall. Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar…has given you the call.
Call Alice…when she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to get off (or where to go.) And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom. And your mind is moving low. WTF…go ask Alice, I think she’ll know.
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go.
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead. And the White House is talking backwards. And the Queens are off their heads.
Remember what dormouse said…
‘Feed your Head. Feed your Head.’
‘Feed your Head. Feed your Head.’
Insignificant events can take on monumental proportions when your head is full of practically nothing.– Grace Slick
