Grace Potter and The Nocturnals
"White Rabbit"

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And 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 them a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Poor Alice
And she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know

When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking backwards
And the red queen is off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
"Feed your head"
"Feed your head"

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