Picture this. A story of misinterpretation With the rotten smell of Cheese. So a man he walked into the station. He sat down and stared at the sea. He was a little stirred and shaken. Yes it was definitely a case of L.S.D. And he assumed to have made a gesture Of which he did not recall And all the people were staring. What had he done? What he had done. Think, think, lost and his skin Curled up with pale white fear Reaching for security. Not there, He's trapped in this sphere of negative perception Was created by the eyes Of the ones who stared And now this object of filth is the pig. And the pig is what they thought Because he thought and he was Stretching his hands through the air. Done he had what. And yes, the train it pulled into the station And everyone came out to see And as whispers went out around him And it was taking all the air And he couldn't breathe And all the people they danced around him Laughing and calling him pig pig pig With all the pointing and chanting The pointing and chanting The pointing through all this confusion I lost my way. Well now this thought that I thought, The thought that I thought's a small one, And it ended his life, it ended his life a mess. Through madness there came convulsions. Invading insanity my brain. My bones and teeth are shattering. What had he done? Done he had what.