Through the looking glass

Can you hear over the buzz of flies Between the pillows and the skies That beg into your eyes Through the looking glass In between your thighs A talking cat's no great surprise As we go straight down the rabbit hole There we go I've been meaning to tell you A sentimental thing that occurred to me I was wanting to show you A set of photographs That'll make you laugh or smile You might wanna stick one on his nose Or ram his teeth down his drug hole There's nowhere else for teeth to go Scottish fiver up his nose Haven't seen his face Since oh so long ago I was there to sing but I didn't dare His lips are blue, his eyes are closed I've been meaning to tell you A sentimental thing that occurred to me Yeah, I was wanting to show you A set of photographs The moment came and went too fast What the papers say, oh, it isn't true There's no more shouting, no more pouting for you