My bed's outside
Tea is dripping off my walls
There's a man outside
And he's crying has red hair and I throw him cigarettes
Now the sun comes out
And I wonder if it's him or me that's taking the p*ss
There's a knock on the door
More Jehovah's Witnesses this time with a Buddhist monk

I pretend to be twelve
And know I can think for myself
About seals and teachers
And things I just don't understand
I think why lie at night
And why not at other times
I don't think I'm Indian

So I open the door
And meet the man that lives in the hallway
Please calm down
And unless you're Lenin you can't sit on the bed
Now I have to ask
But are friends eccentric?
I mean, I'm insane
But I think my doctor is mad

So I find out their reasons why I'm on this ward
And they're wrong, I am healthy
I should never have signed
But I'm leaving tonight
Maybe through the window
They even give enemas to me