Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Jefferson Airplane: White Rabbit



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;
To 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.






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