Sitting in the white room of crazy house in the afternoon thinking about the coloured rain with the wires in my brain
Waiting for the magic man coming around with his white clan touch my mind with electricity that's their way to find the key
Sitting in the white room of crazy house in the afternoon got a number got no name in that crazy medicine game
Well all I need is such a crazy white room Where I can play with brains in every afternoon
Hanging around in a small dirty room waiting for someone to help me smelling a life in a clean plastic cage my brain will never be free I play this game for science every single day and knowledge is the only god to whom I pray. Some people get into the dirty white room and shackle me up on a chair exploring my head, stick the needle into vein they banish my brain anywhere The doctor gets into the room the fever's gettin' high The needle has warmed my vein my feelings try to die The nurse's counting numbers down my brain begins to fly The world starts to disappear the future passes by.
Well my life seemed to end in one moment when the doctor took me out of time Well my mind's like a headless flyer without space and without time.
Well my head is feeling like a glassbox filled up wit bubblin' coloured rain prevented from swimming through red wires there lies my little canned brain