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, 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
And call Alice, when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards And the red queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head, feed your head...
Followers
Acid kid
Choose Life, Choose a job, Choose a career, Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose
your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose
a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking
fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on
Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching
mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking
junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it
all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an
embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to
replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why
would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I
chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
Who needs reasons when you've got HALLUCINOGENS!!!
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