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