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
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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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Therapy
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Artillery |