Thinking about yesterday

And how my life used to be

Now I¹m locked inside this place

I¹m a schizophrenic case

All the faces I now see

Never show a sign of glee

Every night we start to bustle

It¹s time to do the Thorazine shuffle

It¹s the Thorazine shuffle



Everyday half past four

They push my food through the door

Every night right at eight

They put me back into my straight

All the paintings I have made

They look kind of strange

Every night we start to hustle

It¹s time to do the Thorazine shuffle

It¹s the Thorazine shuffle