Can´t keep tape on my mouth,
I can´t put locks on my door,
I can´t just stay in this house,
I just can´t do it anymore,
You´ve got this collar so tight,
Playin´ tricks on my eyes,
It´s like I´m swinging my fists,
When I´m not in a fight,

Don´t know when I´m awake or when I´m dreamin´,
I got these voices in my head,
Strap up that straightjacket on me,
I asked that doctor what he say,
He said, "There ain´t enough meds,
Oh boy, you better off dead,"

Had four twenties in my drawer,
Call three numbers to report,
I couldn´t tell you who it was,
But someone´s stealing from the poor,
Shadows following me,
I feelin´ legs, I´m asleep,
Say I´m losin´ it hard,
Count down from ten when I breathe, whoa,

I got these voices in my head,
Strap up that straightjacket on me,
I asked that doctor what he say,
He said, "There ain´t enough meds,
Oh boy, you better off dead."

I don´t care what people say,
I´m anything but crazy, crazy,
Talkin´ to my shadow, only she knows I´m not crazy, crazy,

I got these voices in my head,
Strap up that straightjacket on me,
I asked that doctor what he say,
He said, "There ain´t enough meds,
Oh boy, you better off dead,"