"No room! No room!" ...There’s plenty of room. Six o'clock sharp and the table is set For an argument nobody’s finished with yet Pass me the sugar, then knock it all flat Tell me a riddle that hangs like a bat He’s dipping his watch into boiling grey tea Claiming that butter should set the gears free Everyone’s talking, nobody hears Just drowning the silence with ringing in ears. Clean cup! Move down! Don't sit in that chair! Comb out the logic that tangled your hair! The March Hare is screaming, the Hatter is blind To the fact that they’ve entirely run out of time! Welcome to the mad tea party! Drink it down, don't ask why! If you're looking for a point or a reason, Say your polite little goodbyes! Round and round the china plates, Spilling out the rules nobody creates! They call it polite, they call it refined I call it losing your goddamn mind! A sleepy brown dormouse stuffed into a pot Told to be quiet and treasure his lot "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, How I wonder what you're at!" Ask them the meaning, they answer with spite: "It means what I say when I say that I’m right!" You can’t win a debate where the definitions change Every time you point out that the scenery is strange. Clean cup! Move down! Spilled cream on the floor! Nobody remembers what we came here for! Wind up the spring till it snaps in your hand The loudest buffoon gets to rule the whole land! Welcome to the mad tea party! Drink it down, don't ask why! If you're looking for a point or a reason, Say your polite little goodbyes! Round and round the china plates, Spilling out the rules nobody creates! They call it polite, they call it refined I call it losing your goddamn mind! Why is a raven like a writing desk? A riddle left hollow inside of a chest Nobody knows, and nobody cares They're just keeping score while they scramble for chairs! You pour from the spout till the china runs dry Feeding the noise with a confident lie! Welcome to the mad tea party! Drink it down, don't ask why! If you're looking for a point or a reason, Say your polite little goodbyes! Round and round the china plates, Spilling out the rules nobody creates! They call it polite, they call it refined I call it losing your goddamn mind! Your tea is cold. Your clock is broken. And I’m leaving the table.
