Bark At the Moon

Bark at the Moon They tell me that I’m in here cos I, not very well, If the medicine is working ,don’t think I can tell, I hope I aint here long, cos I don’t think it’s fair , So I sit on my bed and pull out my hair , Talk to strange people that are not really there , My wife keeps on phoning and says are you coming home soon, And I say to be honest ,I think I’ll just stay here, And bark at the Moon The walls in my room are exceptionally white, And the light in my room is exceptionally bright, Sometimes I panic and start to self-harm , But the Doctors soon cure that with a shot in the arm, My neighbors are noisy and make such a racket , But I can’t bang on the walls because of my jacket, I begged for the doctor to let me out soon , But he just laughed and said bark at the Moon, My wife doesn’t come now ,she corresponds by post , don’t get many letters one a month at most Its gone on for so long now don’t think I can cope , So I managed to get me a nice piece of rope , The doctor came in and saw me hanging down , Then turned to the nurse with an irritated frown , Best get a knife and cut him down soon , But I wish I could leave him to bark at the moon…