Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider and glue People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad when there's fuck all to do
Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I seem to forget 'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate ourselves slowly no time for regret
Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of sulphate and beer We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in the truth disappears
Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door Reality creeps back, I can't take no more There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw
The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore Should we carry this farce on just as before? Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?