Mickey Mouse is dead

Got kicked in the head

Cos people got too serious

They planned out what they said

They couldn't take the fantasy

Tried to accept reality

Analyzed the laughs

Cos pleasure comes in halves

The purity of comedy

They had to take it seriously

Changed the words around

Tried to make it look profound

The comedian is onstage

Pisstaking for a wage

The critics think he's great

But the laughter turns to hate



Mickey Mouse is on TV

And the kids stare at the screen

But the pictures are all black and white

And the words don't mean a thing

Cos Mummy's got no money

And daddy is in jail

He couldn't afford the license

She can't afford the bail, no



The kids out in the road

Their minds have all gone cold

Cos Mickey Mouse is dead

They shot him through the head

With ignorance and scorn

They believed in something new

They read the papers, watched the films

And thought they knew the truth



Look what you've done to Mickey Mouse



But reality deceives

Whatever you believe

There's always another idea

And theirs is based on fear

The fear of being sussed

For what they really are

The fear of being laughed at

When they go too far



They call it paranoia

You can't laugh it away

Until you come to realize

Everyone's the same

People hide their problems under faces of contempt

They hide 'em, till it kills 'em, and no one is exempt

Not even you



Look what you've done to Mickey Mouse

1, 2, 3, 4, look what you've done to Mickey Mouse

1, 2, 3, 4, can't you even laugh it away