[Verse 1]
The writer's always writing rights
And dwelling on his wrongs
And sifting through the salt and sand
For meanings in my songs
I fell asleep in 213
And woke up on a beach
The words were spitting out like blood
With broken parts of speech
"Oh well how we've missed you son
We're so glad you made it back
All the nerves that make this world
Are falling out of wack."
It's easy to count the monsters here
When two plus one makes three
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Are starting towards the sea
[Verse 2]
It's been seven days and seven months
Since I have seen you last
I've been sleeping in the garden patch
Trying not to crash
But every now and then I look
Down towards the sea
And all those monsters from the monster books
Are waiting there for me
"Someday you will dine with us
You cannot deny us that
You'll march those unsuspecting fools
Downtown to meet their match"
If someone would take a closer look
At the words in all my songs
They'd know the Walrus and the Carpenter
Had been there all along
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