Let me out of this mental ward confines
So white and plain, free my mind
From prescriptions that you write
I'm not the same
Young kid with the see-through skin, all arteries and veins
Spun out in the family car, trying to make my way
Home
Are you ready to put me under
'Cause I'm ready to go back home
I don't care what the doctors told me
I spoke to Jesus on the telephone
He said, "Lace up your shoes and quit playing the blues"
I'm gonna take me to a better place
Where the sun always shines and the light in your eyes
Is always tended like a burning flame
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Write me up on a list of who was cured
And what was slain
Like a glove with the blood of who you hurt
I'm thrown away because I'm-
Half gone, don't know what I'm on
My vision blurs and shakes
You don't need a PhD to be the one to break
Me
Are you ready to call my mother
And my father, my sister too, whoa
'Cause I'm going to higher places
And I'm so sorry I'm not taking you
So I'll lace up my shoes and quit playing the blues
I'm gonna take me to a better place
Where the sun always shines and the light in your eyes
Is always tended like a burning flame
Where the sun always shine and the bells never chine
And the undertaker stays away (stays away)
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na