Toilette Town

Emotions spin your head around
Amusing and a little profound
To flush them down in toilette town

Ceramic bowl oh what a solace
For all the s**t that they had told us
For intentions with some malice
You’ll simply have to go see Alice

You take advice from the mad hatter
When nothing really seems to matter
You’re mind starts searching for a goal
That doesn’t seem to fill the bowl

Emotions spin your head around
Amusing and a little profound
To flush them down in toilette town

Frustrations built up to the brink
Are black ice found inside a rink
All those things that make you sink
Force your mind to over think

All those things that really stank
Somehow were found inside the tank
You find your mind inside the bowl
Conforming to the s**t it’s told

Emotions spin your head around
 Amusing and a little profound
To flush them down in toilette town