Wonderland

Roughneck, beetnick

big dick and his bitch

all caged in a line--

just one in a big number

we call

the honey hustle and dime...

bags of dreams

cut down in their prime

for lack of the fire

to burn them.

Jimminy Crickett, man,

he's on our shoulders and singin'

sweet tunes of freedom

while Pinnochio's lookin' sad,

staring at his cut strings

trying to do the robot

and feeling heavy for the first time.

Cause Mickey Mouse

been danglin' that carrot

in our faces so long we forgot

it's just one end

of the same stick,

and he's been sayin'

"GET IT BOY, GET IT!

GET IT GET IT GET IT

GET IT BOY!

(Oh, you got a nibble,

but look how much is left!)

GET IT BOY GET IT BOY

GET IT GET IT GET IT

NOW FETCH, BITCH!"

(Oh, don't wish upon a star

if it isn't yours).

But for that dream of liberty

of having that power

to live impotently,

that cricket'd lie,

he'd kill,

he'd fuck your wife

just to keep ya dreamin.

Dreamin of truth,

dreamin of peace

dreamin of love

and dreamin dreamin dreamin

dreamin of hoping to hope to hope

for a better hope than the hope

you've been giiiiven...

'cause we all just want a bigger,

juicier slice of the pie

god in his checkered apron

left on earth's windowsill

for us to smell but never

no

never taste.

But for a penny he'd cut you,

and for a quarter he'd quarter you,

and for the cost of shipping 

send you to the four poles

where you'd be drawn,

yeah,

drawn.

Drawn in cartoonish lines till the ink....bled.....

                                                                             ....out.