Absent Minded
The tour
There, those are my shackles
and over there are my chains
this is my room where they
used to tie me down
and pick apart my brains
This, this is the table where they
strap you in to remove part of your brain
and thats the machine that electrocutes you
a little bit, until you're feeling sane
Over here is my room
the one with the paper cut out dolls
on the front door
I'm not missing or wanted or anything at all
I'm just here until they figure out
just what I'm here for
This guy thinks he's a rock star
and she's had a real bad hand
those two are always fighting
and the old one over there
always repeats himself
to make you understand
we don't belong here
no one really does
simple minded on overdrive
and over there are my chains
this is my room where they
used to tie me down
and pick apart my brains
This, this is the table where they
strap you in to remove part of your brain
and thats the machine that electrocutes you
a little bit, until you're feeling sane
Over here is my room
the one with the paper cut out dolls
on the front door
I'm not missing or wanted or anything at all
I'm just here until they figure out
just what I'm here for
This guy thinks he's a rock star
and she's had a real bad hand
those two are always fighting
and the old one over there
always repeats himself
to make you understand
we don't belong here
no one really does
simple minded on overdrive
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The tour
The tour
