I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet
   He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece
   He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it
   When out of the horn came a solid silver genie
   Who was made just to make the little man happy
   As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid,
   Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box
  
   Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet
   Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid
   Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry
   Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie
   Who plays the trumpet