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Every thought's a game

A pack of chimps I cannot tame

You're wondering who to blame

Now your ride has come up lame

Fortress full of hate

Fears and hopes all pound the gate

Too early, it's too late

What is evil, which is great



Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs

And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs

To tend to the mice and wood

Where black is blue and bad is good