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I wanna know what the hell
They know about me? They give me sideways looks
How can this be?
Troubles of that sort give me vertigo
Sometimes I would be grateful for an easy death
But even in death, I guess, I can’t escape the madhouse
Can’t escape from the madhouse
Am I naked to the bone?
Have I told a grim joke?
No, I know how to behave
And keep my mouth shut
This little bitch of a therapist arrives upon the scene
With her cynical carmine printed mouth By God, I must escape her goddam gibberish I gotta make it all this way to the door
Troubles of that sort give me vertigo
Sometimes I would be grateful for an easy death
But even in death, I guess, I can’t escape the madhouse
Who are these people? And what do they want? Violent drugs took’em long ago Some of them claim to be doctors Some don’t even know their own names
But I know my name And I say my name aloud
Should I turn and leave the room in a state of controlled panic?
What if I fall face-downward on the stone floor? And my nose bleeds for a hundred hours I gotta make it all this way to the door
Troubles of that sort give me vertigo
Sometimes I would be grateful for an easy death
But even in death, I guess, I can’t escape the madhouse
Can’t escape from the madhouse