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
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