Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider

and glue

People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad

when there's fuck all to do



Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I

seem to forget

'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate

ourselves slowly no time for regret



Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of

sulphate and beer

We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in

the truth disappears



Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door

Reality creeps back, I can't take no more

There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor

And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw



The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor

The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore

Should we carry this farce on just as before?

Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?