Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue But were always puking on cider and glue People say that were twisted, you know its not true We just get so bad when theres fuck all to do Life in this building is freezing and wet If I once had a brain, then I seem to forget Cause just when I caught it, it slipped through the net Now we sedate ourselves slowly, no time for regret Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here Filling our lives full of sulphate and beer Weve tried every way to make real life less clear As stupidity sets in, the truth disappears Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door Reality creeps back, I cant take no more There is no more stairway, were stuck on this floor And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor The doubt crawling in that we cant just ignore Should we carry this farce on just as before? Or start living for lifes sake, away from the ward?
ward, sunshine, sulphate, puking, life