| Sent away to have my | |
| head checked | |
| No more playing | |
| in the sand | |
| Frogs are leaping off | |
| my brainstem | |
| They don't seem | |
| to understand | |
| Roadside blurs against | |
| a big bus | |
| Face is slouched against | |
| the glass | |
| I am headed for | |
| a cleansing | |
| In a room without a bath | |
| Didn't it seem | |
| kind of silly | |
| The way the doctor's | |
| carried on so uptight | |
| It's not bad being | |
| so distant | |
| I can live inside the gap | |
| Frogs are hopping off | |
| my brainstem | |
| So excited to be sane | |
| Didn't it seem | |
| kind of silly | |
| The way the doctor's | |
| carried on so | |
| Now that I've become | |
| a monster to them | |
| Have to keep their fear | |
| turned on all night long | |
| I've gone away to have | |
| my head checked | |
| I guess I need to have | |
| it looked at |