Spiral down the path   Of least resistance   Down a chute to a bed of nails   That becomes a trampoline      Bouncing lost souls   From extreme to extreme   Emperor Ludwig is with us   So is Doctor T      Technicolor stairs and spires   Fantasia trips and wires   5,000 happy fingers   Ready to play our song      I don't think I should!   Go, you can make it!      Vortex recedes   All I hear and see   Echoes of my face and fears   In a chamber of one-way mirrors      Voices from the drain   Whisper like machines   Now that you're in our dimension   You'll never ever leave      Ahh... treasure gleams   To leash and harvest thee      Down, down to Bermuda Triangle   Sink, sink 10,000 feet below   Time to finally meet the zookeepers   We let swallow us whole      Moths   Light any flame   They fly right in      Deep in Chinatown   In New York City   Drop a coin into a cage   Chickens dance on a hot plate      Hot foot round & round   'Til the wheel runs down   That's you as we view   Through our ceiling of glass      Kneel...   Al Johnson style   Please, please   Can I have a raise?      Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle   Please, please more purple Kool Aid   Tabloid beauty corpses point the way   We're not in Kansas any more      No, little buddy, I wasn't wrong   You were wrong   Ha!