Insttution Ain'T No Solution

Institution Ain’t no Solution! I’m a feeling sick, I need to leave, Rosy plays with feces, As she clutches for my sleeve, Where the hell’s the keys Lock the door, Blood trickles from Geoff’s ear As he cracks his head against the floor Archie’s breaking windows Cutting up his wrist Glen’s going stir-crazy So he lashes out with his fist Hold that bastard down, Strap to the bench My vision getting foggy, I’m getting nauseous from the stench Do we know what they want? Can we give them what they need? Shall we modify their behavior? Or sit back and watch them bleed Psychologist, Psychiatrist Teachers and their aides What function do they serve? Besides that of janitors and maids They wear Institution clothes They follow Institution rules Eat Institution food And become institution fools! So sleep my friend No reason for to rise The sun forsakes these wired windows Bringing brightness to your eyes Your body’s trapped within these walls Yet, I know your soul soars free So do your thing, you’ll be king And I pray that you pardon me