right is wrong and left is right
the sun is dark, the moon alight

there’s still a voice under my head
it comes from deep inside my bed

The dogs are barking at the spoon
They forklifted last afternoon

and the clock signs madly like a mime
who’s counting in ragtime

This is fine
This is fine
I’m fine
This is fine

lemons turned to applesauce
When hamilton became my boss

I stabbed the chance to take my shot
was on my mind but I forgot

the preacher eats, while the farmer prays
he’s mourning for the end of days

my cup’s half empty with champaign
let’s toast to desert rain