Faith may not be such a bad thing Hope can still feel pretty good I'm as mad as any hatter I feel safer touching wood I like totem poles and icons (Icon tact is de rigeur) So ring them bells and pump that organ Chants for him and hymns for her 'Bracadabra, hocus locus Magic mush, no room for doubt As wailing walls induce psychosis (Beat your brain cells inside out) Transcendental art's religion Thinking you'll improve your mind When all it does (If you're in luck) Is camouflage the daily grind Nature's harmony's a discord If you listen with both ears Poor Gaia's up to here in white noise She cannot assuage your fears Superstition's like religion Bonsai version faintly sad And I know that (I must admit it) Touching wood is a bit mad