Hatter’s Willies
Final ChorusI give you the willies,
that buzzing in your veins when you realize no one’s steering
and the tracks have all gone strange,I give you the willies,
that razor thread of choice that slices you from throat to feet
and hands you back your voice,Will he keep you, will he free you,
will he take the blow instead
and let your shaking body stagger from the bed,I am Hatter, I am Willy,
I am the one who breaks the pattern,
I am laughing in your panic,And every time I let you go I trade
a little more protection for the crackle and the static.