Can't keep tape on my mouth,

I can't put locks on my door,

I can't just stay in this house,

I just can't do it anymore,

You've got this collar so tight,

Playin' tricks on my eyes,

It's like I'm swinging my fists,

When I'm not in a fight.

Don't know when I'm awake or when I'm dreamin',

I got these voices in my head,

Strap up that straightjacket on me,

I asked that doctor what he say,

He said, "there ain't enough meds,

Oh boy, you better off dead."

Had four twenties in my drawer,

Call three numbers to report,

I couldn't tell you who it was,

But someone's stealing from the poor,

Shadows following me,

I feelin' legs, I'm asleep,

Say I'm losin' it hard,

Count down from ten when I breathe, whoa...

I got these voices in my head,

Strap up that straightjacket on me,

I asked that doctor what he say,

He said, "there ain't enough meds,

Oh boy, you better off dead."

I don't care what people say,

I'm anything but crazy, crazy,

Talkin' to my shadow, only she knows I'm not crazy, crazy.

I got these voices in my head,

Strap up that straightjacket on me,

I asked that doctor what he say,

He said, "there ain't enough meds,

Oh boy, you better off dead."