There's men in rubber rooms
They think they're on the moon
But they're all in the insane asylum
Some think that they are crows
They're quite mad, don't you know
But they don't what they are all there for
Ooooooooooh Ooooooooh
They are stuck in the insane asylum

They might write on the wall
"There's no escape at all"
But the nurses do not get the meaning
There's a patient named Brooke
She's a songbird who sings
Though she knows that it is her delusion

Oooooh it makes you wonder
Oooooh have they lost lovers?

Now it's dinnertime for
The inmates, though for sure
They are plotting of ways for escaping
Keep the celery sticks
'Cause they're deadly as bricks
And attack when the nurse comes to check in

Oooooh think they're Napoleon
Oooooh they really want their freedom

And though they may be loons
And they sing out of tune
Well, not more worse than some people I know

They still have their sad songs
Like roses have thorns
And when they sing, it echoes through the night

Wooaooaoaoaoh

Nurses find Russel in the Dumpster
They couldn't care now
They believe he thinks he's the Trash Queen

He is really there looking hard for
Something that is sharp
And he'll file away his window's bars

And it makes you wonder

Oooooohoooh

How can a madman make plans like that?
Is he really mad?
Did he stop being so demented?

And maybe they're all actually sane
They're still detained
Maybe the nurses enjoy torturing those "loons"?

(Air-guitar solo by Russel, fellow prisoners start to 'rock')

And when the inmates try to go
The nurses keep them from their goal
Their "madness" is then put on show*
Just for the nurses, so you know
Seems like their hearts are black as coal
And if you listen very hard
The patient's cries are heard at last
They are not mad, no, not at all
They don't think they're a basketball

(Prisoners continue to rock, but the nurses order 'SILENCE'! and the tempo suddenly drops back)

But they're trapped in the insane asylum