(Willcox / Bogen) Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin This is the Mad Hatter's tea party The telephones keep ringing Driving me insane Radio waves and monosodium glutamates Poison me Alcohol caresses my veins Tobacco makes me sick again My head's confused It explodes into mental mayhem I get these wild, wild moods I get obsessed Everything seems so very pointless What is it all aiming for? A world without wars would never exist A world without wars is a dream for realists Education for what? It's just to brainwash kids Someone must have designed this I feel that it's all pre-planned I don't want my kids to live in fear of man We all explored and exploited But the world keeps turning Keeps turning I've been a naughty, naughty girl I've spoken out loud against the world They're sending me to the creepy room For some chemically induced fear Because my mind's out of tune I need some "cool discomfort" I scare the monster in the creepy room - He doesn't like my eyes He says they look like wounds - The monster screams! But monster, don't you know? No-one can hear you scream In the creepy room