( Jefferson Airplane / Stone Free LP )
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell him a hookah-smokin' caterpillar
Has given you the call
And call Alice when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you have just have some kind of mushroom
And your mind is movin' low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
And logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember
What the doormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
Emiliana Torrini - White Rabbit Lyrics
Emiliana Torrini - White Rabbit Lyrics
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( Jefferson Airplane / Stone Free LP )
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell him a hookah-smokin' caterpillar
Has given you the call
And call Alice when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you have just have some kind of mushroom
And your mind is movin' low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
And logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember
What the doormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell him a hookah-smokin' caterpillar
Has given you the call
And call Alice when she was just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you have just have some kind of mushroom
And your mind is movin' low
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know
And logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen's off with her head
Remember
What the doormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head
Writer: GRACE WING SLICK
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group