Three Blind Mice
Three Blind Mice
See how they run
Now we all know how the story goes
There's knives and danger and everyone knows
That the farmer's wife
Was destined to win in the end
If we teach little children to "be quiet"
"Don't show what you feel"
They will grow up believing
That the good things inside them aren't real
And end up like Three Blind Mice
I'm sure you've all heard of Peter
Little rabbit wouldn't do as he was told
And he ran off seeking adventure in MacGregor's world
Well he lost his little jacket
Almost lost his life
But he survived to tell all
And lead a much richer life
Than his brothers and sisters
Hiding out safe in their hole
The need to explore
Is the key in the door to the Soul
And the push to conform
Will bind you just like chains of steel
Rave on Pan Peter . . .
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
The Giant has caught you
There's nowhere to run
The magic vine whithered and died long ago
And you're living in cages
Of discarded schemes
The American Dream
Is not what it seems
And you wonder where
The Truth and the Beauty have gone
If you dig down deep
You will find there's still life on the vine
Now there's a way out
And you'll use it when you're ready to climb
Ah but keep your eyes open
'Cause even Giants must sleep
Seize the day
Steal the goose
Steal the harp
And dare to believe . . .
You are free
Three Blind Mice
Three Blind Mice
Three Blind Mice
Never knew what hit 'em