¡Muere! One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small And the warmth that mother gives you, don't do anything at all Go ask Alice, when it's just time to drool And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall Tell him a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the cold, cold Alice, when she was just small When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go And you have just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low Go ask Alice, I think she'll know The logic and proportion have brought in a sloppy dead And the white knight is talking backwards, and the red queen's off with her head Remember what the doll mouse said Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head