Madhouse

Here I am in another home
Sister’s gone and we’re quite alone
Let’s mix up her stock of pills, garauntees alarming thrills
Here I am in another ward
They’ve taken my toys now I’m real bored
But I’ve still got in my chum, I’ll tie you to the bed and we’ll have some fun
Here I am in a padded cell
The joke’s on them 'cause I’m quite well
There’s just no trust in my insanity
I’m the director of this Madhouse, Can’t you see