Alms for Saint Frances

Frances was a poet
He died alone in the street
Poor Saint Frances
He couldn't find nothing to eat

In the sanitarium
They never turn your way
The beds are dressed in linen
And they feed you twice a day

They serve you gas for breakfast
The needle slips into the vein
Two teaspoons at bedtime
And you'll never hear them complain

Laudanum for the sorrow
And ether for the pain
Two spoonfuls at bedtime
And you'll never see them again

The angels sleep in linen
The madman sleep out in the rain



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Vaughn Jordan, William Cody Carlyle
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