A little tiny thinker didn’t know quite what to do,
When pieces of his mind gave him no stable point of view.
A simple situation can look you in the eye,
But not if all the knowledge is a question in disguise.
He quickly gathered up himself and then fell apart again,
He tried to turn his head ‘on’ but ended up just ‘off’ his head.
He couldn’t stop the laughter though he wasn’t so amused,
He read the daily paper but he didn’t like the news.
(Chorus)
This is how it feels
When you feel so small,
And the world outside your window
Isn’t what you thought it was.
The little tiny thinker went outside into the rain,
To wash away the shit of all the things that they explain.
He slowly started thinking as the knife went to his throat,
Was this the way the world ends or was this just a joke?
A panic took him over but he never lost his cool,
A mind that isn’t sober is just unforgettable.
(Chorus)
This is how it feels
When you feel so small,
And the world outside your window
Isn’t what you thought it was.
His thoughts were getting clearer which made him more afraid,
Was he a true believer of any kind of faith?
He asked for the Almighty to give a holy sign,
But as he stood there waiting he just heard a distant cry.
The cry came from a poet who was lying in the dirt,
And although you’ll never know…well this is what he heard…He said…
You’re the Love, I’m the Liar,
You’re the Fever, I’m the Desire.
You’re the Accident, I’m the Fraud,
You’re Innocent, I’m the Bored.
You’re the Anarchist, I’m the Pretend,
You’re the Addict, I’m on the mend.
You’re the Ying and I’m the You,
You’re the Thing that I’m Into.
You’re the Extreme, I’m the Rage,
You’re the Reason I Misbehave.
You’re the Answer, I’m Paranoid,
Yeah you’re the thing…I must Destroy!
