This is my new reality, or maybe just a bad dream
Like an uncanny fantasy, sitting next to Jimmy Cream
I'm like a cuckoo looking for its nest on a pitch black stormy night
But I won't feel safe unless I finally see the light
They had me sent to this asylum
And there's no way out of here
And though they say it's just for fun
I rather think it's just for fear
Suddenly all the people gather 'round, Danny Martini had a stroke
Well I suppose he might have drowned, or was he dying for a smoke?
Ha ha ha ha
Meanwhile the Brown brothers are on the run
They surely ain't going nowhere
'Cause no one escapes the asylum, and no one really seems to care
Creeping in ... Passing out ... Waking up ... Lying down ...
Count me in ... Take me out ... Pull me up ... Drag me down ...
As I close my eyes and open my mind instead
I can watch the skies, the summer stars arise in my head
I see butterflies, while the eagle flies overhead
So will you sympathize?
Some things are better left unsaid
Left unsaid
I remember when the world was round
When there was room enough for all to live in peace
But then it all started to fall apart
When the pigs got elected to lead the nation
They wanted more and they got more
And they slowly took the power from the people
Divide to conquer is now the rule
And those who try to resist strangely disappear
They're steered to ...
Taken to ...
They're brought to ...
Driven to ...
They're flown to ...
Leaded to ...
They're sent to ...
The asylum
Creeping in ... Passing out ... Waking up ... Lying down ...
Count me in ... Take me out ... Pull me up ... Drag me down ...
Now the mob has been calmed down, the boys brought back to their room
I feel like a misunderstood clown, the unsung hero's doom
But how Witty Billy got his gun and blew his head up with a blare?
'Cause no one escapes the asylum, and no one really seems to care
No, no one escapes the asylum, and no one minds to care!
No no no