Piss stained mattress, canned dog food. Straightjacket session, padded room. I see the light through a single square foot, And I think I'm getting worse as the months go by.
You just couldn't live by the rules, and now you stay in the asylum. You couldn't fit in like we wanted, but in here, we can teach you, And if you can't live by our rules, then you'll die in the asylum. Am I insane? So they say.
Lights out at 8:00, take the pills. Shocking treatment, break your will. Your progress report is looking grim, And we're trying other meds for the state you're in.
You just couldn't live by the rules, and now you stay in the asylum. You couldn't fit in like we wanted, but in here, we can teach you, And if you can't live by our rules, then you'll die in the asylum. Am I insane? So they say.
Out there, you only cause trouble for the passive ones. We understand your mind was too strong for the thought control. Committed, committed, committed. Never fit for release.
You just couldn't live by the rules, and now you stay in the asylum. You couldn't fit in like we wanted, but in here, we can teach you, And if you can't live by our rules, then you'll die in the asylum. Am I insane? So they say.