Sunday, Mar. 10, 2002 - 10:06 p.m.

Those people in the nuthouse,

Are crazy as can be,

They sit in padded bedrooms,

And just giggle insanely.

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Those people in the nuthouse,

Are also right outside,

They're scratching at my window,

And I've got nowhere to hide.

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They're crawling up the drainpipe,

They're coming after me,

I think they want to eat my brains,

Will they get me?

We shall see.

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I think the walls are closing in,

I think I'll soon be dead,

In fact I'd be already,

But the voices in my head...

Told me to make this barracade,

To kill my family,

So I'd be safe from the crazy folk,

So they wouldn't get at me.