The nicest bloke I've ever known Got locked up in a nursing home Some disorder of the brain It had a scientific name They filled him full of pills and then Left him with a marker pen With no paper to his name He started up a little game Wrote upon the t.v. screen And the beverage machine 'Out of order' - wrote on chairs That someone else was sitting there Wrote on exit doors 'return' Wrote on curtains 'will not burn' Wrote on the telephone 'lines are dead' Wrote 'on his head' on his head Even though he was insane Driven mad by the constant strain Of repetition and empty scenes Where everything is and nothing means Subverting symbols back to front Proved he was intelligent So they let him out and left me behind Now I got his pen and plenty of time All of this just goes to show What words can do with the status quo