I often wonder what to do with 5 million poker chips
Every time I cut down a tree, I end up with a stack of them 10 meters high
And what a strange forest anyway
Alice, with her bad little habit
Gnawing the foot off of the little white rabbit
That's now on a keychain and spray-painted red
They say its good luck to get bit by a spider
So you allow the venomous beasts to graze
On the fields of your flesh and quench their thirst
In the pools of your blood, and saliva
Running down your chin, you are so old
And your hair is falling out of this world
You slowly come to realize that death is calling
Halfway to the phone and your already sweating
Cold sweat turns to marshmallow cream
And the 8-legged furries, panic and scream
I will forever ponder that sound which,
Is not unlike a hundred school girls screaming in unison