Too many people, too many thoughts
Driving me crazy, driving me up the wall
Too many insiders, too many sighs
Come follow me down the rabbit's hole
Where you might get a glimpse of my torn soul
Where men and mice have tear-grown bills
And funny cars and golden trumpets
Where Queens rule and roses painted red
Where love is tainted, tainted my friend
Too many people, too many thoughts
Driving me crazy, driving me up the wall
Too many insiders, too many sighs
Mama, tell me what is wrong
'Cause Lord knows what's right
What is right
Well, tell me, isn't it easier?
To burn than fade to gray, than fade to gray?
Well, tell me, isn't it easier?
To avoid the rain of fire, avoid the rain?
Where Queens rule and roses painted red
Where love is tainted, my friend
Too many people, too many thoughts
Driving me crazy, driving me up the wall
Too many insiders, too many sighs
Mama, tell me what is wrong
'Cause Lord knows what's right
What is right
Too many people, too many thoughts
Driving me crazy, driving me up the wall
Too many insiders, too many sighs
Mama, tell me what is wrong
'Cause Lord knows what's right
What is right
What is right
What is right
What is right
