Station Lyrics - Too High To Die - Meat Puppets

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