The museum here doesn't have a gift shop
A bunch of hyenas crying for their lion friend
There's a blind sniper on every roof top
And an illiterate mute poet is trying to form a band

It is the land of impossible
Where everything can be

Satan just breathed his last breath
But god's still catatonic
Parents are celebrating their baby's death
And every AA meeting starts with gin and tonic

It's the land of disorientation
Where everybody knows their way

Some homeless had been driven out of his home
The fire department just burned down
A volcano is shooting out cold pink foam
The president is speaking, he's dressed out as a clown

It's the land of eternal battles
Where everybody live in peace

I'm just sitting here at the bottom of the ocean
Telling my flounder soul mate about the world down there
He's not listening though, he wants to talk about emotions
So I'm just trying to discover if I'm me or my twin brother

It's the land that's in my head
Or that's just what I'd like to think