we're all mad here

• tom waits'in `alice albumunden bir sarki
  
  you can hang me in a bottle like a cat
  let the crows pick me clean but for my hat
  where the wailing of a baby
  meets the footsteps of the dead
  we're all mad here
  
  as the devil sticks his flag into the mud
  mrs carol has run off with reverend judd
  hell is such a lonely place
  and your big expensive face will never last
  
  and you'll die with the rose still on your lips
  and in time the heart-shaped bone that was your hips
  and the worms, they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine
  we're all mad here
  
  and my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain
  and we're all inside a decomposing train
  and your eyes will die like fish
  and the shore of your face will turn to bone
• tom waits'in son derece yasli ve cizirtili bir sesle oksurur gibi soyledigi bir sarkidir. cizgi film efekti esintileriyle film noir muzikleri arasinda biseydir. miki fareler yurur sanki tin tin tin tin diye oraya buraya, bi taraftan olulerin vucutlari kurtlanirken..
  
  ve tabii (bkz: alice's adventures in wonderland) (bkz: cheshire cat)
  
  ...
  "but i don't want to go among mad people," alice remarked.
  "oh, you can't help that," said the cat: "we're all mad here. i'm mad. you're mad."
  "how do you know i'm mad?" said alice.
  "you must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
  ...