Mickey Mouse is dead   Got kicked in the head   Cos people got too serious   They planned out what they said   They couldn't take the fantasy   Tried to accept reality   Analyzed the laughs   Cos pleasure comes in halves   The purity of comedy   They had to take it seriously   Changed the words around   Tried to make it look profound   The comedian is onstage   Pisstaking for a wage   The critics think he's great   But the laughter turns to hate     Mickey Mouse is on TV   And the kids stare at the screen   But the pictures are all black and white   And the words don't mean a thing   Cos Mummy's got no money   And daddy is in jail   He couldn't afford the license   She can't afford the bail, no     The kids out in the road   Their minds have all gone cold   Cos Mickey Mouse is dead   They shot him through the head   With ignorance and scorn   They believed in something new   They read the papers, watched the films   And thought they knew the truth     Look what you've done to Mickey Mouse     But reality deceives   Whatever you believe   There's always another idea   And theirs is based on fear   The fear of being sussed   For what they really are   The fear of being laughed at   When they go too far     They call it paranoia   You can't laugh it away   Until you come to realize   Everyone's the same   People hide their problems under faces of contempt   They hide 'em, till it kills 'em, and no one is exempt   Not even you     Look what you've done to Mickey Mouse   1, 2, 3, 4, look what you've done to Mickey Mouse   1, 2, 3, 4, can't you even laugh it away?