| Damned cold light — shines day and night
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| No windows here to tell — could this be Hell
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| I’m chained to my bed — asked for confession
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| It makes me depressed — their search for obsession
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| Filled with L.S.D. |
| — for their cynic eyes to see
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| The caos inside of me — (just) let it be
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| How long have I been here — it could be months it could be years
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| And the way they wake me up — they do it with electro-shock
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| When you’re in the Y.S.P.C.A
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| Your pain is getting worse everyday
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| Day and night escape is on your mind
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| But the exit is not for you to find
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| You are just another lunatic
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| Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick
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| You will be locked in your padded cell
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| Just to face your own private Hell
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| They fill my mind with Therapy — so there is no way out
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| The force of luna’s takin' me — I scream but there’s no sound
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| For them my life had just begun — experimenting on and on
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| In this obsure insanity no heaven sent is saving me
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| Filled with L.S.D. |
| — for their cynic eyes to see
|
| The caos inside of me — (just) let it be
|
| How long have I been here — it could be months it could be years
|
| And the way they wake me up — they do it with electro-shock
|
| When you’re in the Y.S.P.C.A
|
| Your pain is getting worse everyday
|
| Day and night escape is on your mind
|
| But the exit is not for you to find
|
| You are just another lunatic
|
| Strait jacket on, keep still you little prick
|
| You will be locked in your padded cell
|
| Just to face your own private Hell |