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 are 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
  
  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
  
  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
  
  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