Mad Hatter (lyrics)

Like veterans of foreign wars
We are not who we were before
You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours
But not until I’ve had my fill

There were days when I felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire
And I confess, all the rest
I’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires
Avoiding sleep

If I seal my lips I seal my fate
And pour cement on sorry states
No one here appreciates a good idea
I’ll dissappear

There were days when I felt like a paper cutout of myself in a housefire
And I confess, all the rest
I’ve been clinging with wet hands to the live wires
Avoiding sleep

I don’t wanna die in my home town
Just let the salty sea sweep me out
I don’t wanna die in my home town
And bury my bones in your holy ground

Mad Hatter, what’s the matter?
Your thoughts are all scattered
Mad Hatter, what’s the matter?
Your thoughts are all scattered

Cold-blooded carbonized kids
Carving-knife calling card kiss

Copyright (C) 2009 Jon Ericson