[Intro | female spoken as cinematic narrator] What's a young woman's place in the face of Victorian disgrace? Is there more to this wondering land, more to embrace? In an era of hierarchy anointed by the patriarchy... Where power resides starkly with the friends of the monarchy? Don't be fooled by the imagery of the story The madness simply subverts the party with stammering allegories... [Verse 1] If you were me, would I shrink or grow too big for thee to ignore me? [pre] follow me down down down down down break thee crown crown crown crown crown crown [Chorus] (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! Who belongs? Too kind? Too mad? Too queer? (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! I'm mad. You're mad! How mad am I allowed to appear? [Verse 2] Uh oh, I mustn't upset thee. Please lord, I implore forgiveth me. How precious you hold onto your version of quaint society. Uh oh, I mustn't upset thee. Please lord, I implore forgiveth me. I may, I should get away far away from here, before I upset thee. You may, you could find my words drenched with iiirony And if you do, you surely must forgiveth me You surely must, I assume, be tired of me As I am of you and your unabashed tyranny [pre] follow me down down down down down break thee crown crown crown crown crown crown [Chorus] (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! Who belongs? Too kind? Too mad? Too queer? (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! I'm mad. You're mad! How mad am I allowed to appear? [instrumental break, 2-bars] [Bridge] Oh dear, down the rabbit hole you chased me So disorienting, as your rules (your rules) your rules become unruly Your discomfort mustn't be what replaces me We're recording, as your fools (your fools), fools become bullies Queen of hearts says off with my head If this grim world is our fate, then I'm better off dead Hatred off the charts as you, cling to the king of sadness The scam is maddening Am I lost in wonderland, or do you too find this madness? [pre] follow me down down down down down break thee crown crown crown crown crown crown [Chorus] (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! Who belongs? Too kind? Too mad? Too queer? (I shall be too late!) Oh dear, oh dear! I'm mad. You're mad! How mad am I allowed to appear? (How mad are you?) (How mad are we?) (How mad are you?)
