Dribble down my chin
No longer can I grin
This medieval sin
They call the loony bin
I wander through the park
Scared of dog barks
I can,t get a start
( What,s wrong with you mate? Yeah go on piss off )
Don,t even know I fart
I,m back out on the street
There,s nowhere to retreat
I look like a heap
I just wanna sleep
The doctor and his knife
Have taken away my life
I can,t get a wife
Mental turmoil
Strife