Get Out Of My Head, Casey Has Struck Out

The Mad Hatter and me, voices in my head  
but no cell phone, whispering in my ear,  
"time kills outside the womb"
scratching a dead corpse
 
fucked-up in Wonderland tonight,
waiting for the Mudville nine
and Casey at the bat
but mighty Casey has struck out  
 
now where is that hare  
puking up friar's gate  
with will o'the wisp
off dissecting mushrooms  
 
late for his own tea party  
off chasing that Cheshire  
playing musical chairs
dressed in drag
 
scratching a dead corpse  
but Casey has struck out  
talking to the Mad Hatter
whispering in my ear