the world has a new name – read the news the name stands for two options and you’re free to choose to be a drugged out loony or a loony that feels pure pain and the name is Juniper Hills we’re walking ‘round – heads in the clouds stop jerking around we’re held down the medication’s not working when the drug wears off you’ll wake up back here again still a mental patient – a part of their experiment that is why I barricade myself inside my cell and they be banging on my door like “what’s the matter child? let us in we have medicine that will make you laugh and smile though you’re sad inside” fuck that I’d rather die but I’m a smart son of a gun – I put your pill under my tongue then I hurled and spat when you turned your backs and I begun to pretend to be sedated then a fake “what have you done?” and if revenge is sweet I’ll be the sweetest one under the sun – now listen to me see your company just ain’t what I wish it would be I’m hearing voices and they whisper to me that there’s plenty other fish in the sea so may I please have your permission to leave
straight jacket – or do you prefer pills? a lifelong vacation at Juniper Hills I can hear my bones rattle as I shatter and break I’m here talking to the moon as I plan my escape
sure I may be sick but tell me how am I supposed to rehabilitate locked in a facility all filled with hate I keep to myself – I won’t engage in conversations that I can avoid – certainly, y’all can call me paranoid but I refuse to move though I do need exercise see I’m truly petrified ‘cause my room’s electrified and the floor is kind of wet there’s a devil posted by the door beside my bed and I’m feeling suicidal there’s a war inside my head – I’m their human guinea pig but I’ll win my freedom back and I’ll win it big I spend my days daydreaming ‘bout a friendly face when this place has finally been turned into ashes my guess is no one will really miss it anyway strike the matches – once and for all get rid of this madness still those fascists try to justify their actions by claiming “in fact it’s freedom we practice – choose straight jacket…”
so fellow patients or should I say inmates it’s been great knowing you but now I’m going to have to say goodbye I’m afraid – or else I’ll die in this place it has truly wiped the smile off my face my mental health is in the gutter but I breathe still my body is the ruin of a temple – time to rebuild “it’s never too late to begin” but time is trying to do me in how long has it been they got me sitting in the loony bin? I’ve got to get out but that thought was thought before I better take out all supporting walls and I’ll stand and watch all your glory fall just like that I’ma strike back yeah I’ll be walking ‘round taking names and I’ll decide who to free and who to blame everybody won’t be treated all the same lock my aim as I stalk my prey mother tell your children not to walk my way or they’ll wind up confused and locked in institutions your teens will be filled with morphine walking ‘round practically dead or simply strapped to a bed with electronic devices attached to their heads and you’ll only stay safe until the cage breaks and I’m afraid it’ll soon take place – in a few minutes soon finished with this great escape plan of mine signing out – Henry Bowers – a.k.a. Master Mind