作词 : Cris Kirkwood
作曲 : Cris Kirkwood
Every thought's a game
A pack of chimps
I cannot tame
You're wondering who to blame
Now your ride has come up lame
Fortress full of hate
Fears and hopes all pound the gate
Too early, it's too late
What is evil, which is great?
Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs
And thoughts are made of
Lincoln Logs
To tend to the mice and wood
Where black is blue and bad is good
Thoughts that
I keep my money in
Melt some wax and chunks of tin
Forget your name, how to walk and ignore
The light shining in from under the door
Thoughts like a thread through a foam device
Liquid bread and rubber ice
Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed
Wake up when you're dead
[00:00.00] 作词 : Cris Kirkwood
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Cris Kirkwood
[00:09.39]Every thought's a game
[00:11.19]A pack of chimps
[00:12.18]I cannot tame
[00:13.35]You're wondering who to blame
[00:15.39]Now your ride has come up lame
[00:17.73]Fortress full of hate
[00:19.89]Fears and hopes all pound the gate
[00:21.87]Too early, it's too late
[00:23.94]What is evil, which is great?
[00:26.34]Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs
[00:28.41]And thoughts are made of
[00:29.70]Lincoln Logs
[00:30.69]To tend to the mice and wood
[00:32.58]Where black is blue and bad is good
[00:45.63]Thoughts that
[00:46.17]I keep my money in
[00:47.88]Melt some wax and chunks of tin
[00:49.83]Forget your name, how to walk and ignore
[00:52.11]The light shining in from under the door
[00:54.33]Thoughts like a thread through a foam device
[00:56.61]Liquid bread and rubber ice
[00:58.59]Make a promise, grow teeth, go to bed
[01:00.84]Wake up when you're dead