The Mad Hatter

It’s what you say to me 
Can’t you see 
That you can fall too far to live 
And you can go too high to breath 
And you can know too much to feel 
And they say “what’s wrong with that?” 
It’s like you’re the mad hatter and I’m just a hat 

I like suburban housing 
And sticks of dynamite 
You needed a king 
But you found a parasite 

It’s their artillery 
That only the sick can see 
But you can bleed too much to give 
And you can give too much to feed 
That passerby who has a greater need 
And they say “what’s wrong with that?” 
It’s like you’re the mad hatter and I’m just a hat