And it's a fact, you are cold
They react, dream Gerrard Hippos don't wear hats
Lobsters shriek if provoked
On long blue ribbons That he may see
While he sleeps Monsieur old Neddy
He wears spectacles in
Bed that he
May see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black
And white raven croaking
I am thirsty, die They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality I scream from a skull
Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality They think it should be done
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality
With reality, with reality They think it should be done
With reality, with reality They won't let it be
They think it should be done
With reality, with reality
With reality, with reality