Gotta Luv 'Em

Can't tell you no more 'bout all of this pain Nor the voice that screams "he's no longer sane"; Can't sleep through the night For the hard blinding light And the music that refuses to wane. There's something about the doctor I'm sure, Promised salvation and a miracle cure. Strapped me to the bed, Sent a pulse through my head That keeps saying one day I’ll be pure. And then there’s the smell that drifts through this gloom, Keep telling the staff someone died in this room. It’s said with a grin “He’ll rise up again And we suspect it will be about noon”. There’s needles at dawn, another at ten, The bed spins one way and then ‘round again. They point to my face And say “what a disgrace” As the brown spittle runs off of my chin. They’ve even recorded some of my rants And swear I’ve talked tongues in some of my chants. Believe what you will It was that last little pill, And just now I finished peeing my pants. But sometimes there’s a gap in this foggy ol’ mind, I recall the days of a long ago time. For one moment it’s clear About who put me here; It were those “sweet loving” children of mine!