Rabbit Tied Around Their Eyes [Song]

Everyone’s wearing a stamp on their forehead

Light bulbs hanging bright around their neck

Been walking to where they were asked to go

This just a song, so I won’t mind my head

Just a song that was written while sitting on a tree

Just some words that fall but become part of nothing

Hollow smoke rings stuck in a thick chunk of time

This just a song, so my head I really won’t mind

Silver sun burning inside and out of their brains

Golden goose churning in the pants of crime

But no one is learning, not even pretending

But this just a song, so my head I won’t mind

Just a song written while I was feeling like a fruit

Just some words that came out as I spoke like a brute

They mean nothing, Bonking Jupiter’s, Oopsy Daisy

It’s just a song, so my mind I won't let crazy

The fingers have grown claws that need to be painted

Songs are sung, as by people, other people get sainted

And in all of this chaos no one notices that God has fainted

But it’s just a song, by someone absolutely demented

Written atop an ancient hymn lying on the ocean floor

Just some thoughtless words upon thought’s non-existing door

But what does it matter, when no one is keeping the score

It’s just a song, not that you’d use your head anymore

Paper pads for memories and a rubber ball connecting the Gene

When the wild wolf howls, they think it’s a cucumber they mean

But this high crimson bridge of teeth is nothing like I had seen

It’s just a song, what does it matter where my mind has been

Just a song written while sitting inside a broken teapot

Just some words that in the war had been long forgot

Glazing ceramic eyes that see the world as it is not

This just a song, over which my mind right now is caught

Everyone’s wearing a rabbit around their eyes

Soft flesh protecting them from reacting to the mice

For surely if the eye does not see, then the ear can’t hear

This just a song, I wont break my head I fear

Just a song written while I was speaking to the caterpillar

Just some words that we drank from the cold damp cellar

A dream for my mouth and its curling vicious propeller

This just a song, but is it just my head or does your head feel any better?

It’s just a song

It’s just a song

Don’t take me wrong

It’s just a song.