A tongue-in-cheek look at life in an institution.
Words & Music by Paul Howard
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fiogf49gjkf0d It's hiding time at the institution, here they come again
Bombarding me with chemical solutions, shoot me with my friends
I line up for my lunchtime here, and I'm feeling rather ill
I'm labeled schizophrenic, and I'm easily cured with pills
Is today the first of May? I wonder why I think at all
They say they will do it for me, and their just down the hall
The rules of engagement have changed again
And I'm so far behind
Too much information coming in
And I can't make up my mind....
Won't you?
It's hiding time again
I'm on thorazine, and whats-his-face has me on a list
I've no idea what it's for. A lobotomy'd be quite a twist
Oh here they come, I know their steps
I've heard them all before
I'll pull myself into my jumper and sink in the padded floor.
The rules of engagement have changed again
And I'm so far behind
Too much information coming in
And I can't make up my mind....
Won't you?
It's hiding time again
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