Nuts Boy Blues

No knives no forks
No belts no locks
Time for roll-call
And medication
Two gowns, two socks

All the windows are caged
And the mirrors are metal
They've given me a crib
With a plastic pillow

And there's nothing to do
(And there's nothing to do)
But pace the halls
(But pace the halls)
And I'm all fouled up
(And I'm all fouled up)
On the damn risperdal

And there's nothing to hang from
There's nothing will cut
And they watch me on the can
And they watch me try to sleep
And the walls are too white
And the lights are too bright
And I can't shout you down
And I can't drown you out
And I can't fall asleep
But I'm too tired to move
I'm locked up on the eighth floor
With the nuts boy blues

Schizoaffective
Manic Depressive
Mental Defective

Don't wanna go back
Don't take me back
I'm not going back

Oh come on down
(Oh come on down)
Oh come on down
(Oh come on down)
Oh come on down
(Oh come on down)
Oh come on down
(Oh come on down)
Oh come on down



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Stringer
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