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  • Rabid mouths, prone suicidals
    Morphine injections for crazed homicidals
    A man's work is never done
    In this the white room
    Nineteen hour shifts
    What kind of job is this
    This is madness
    Someone had got to be here, but jesus
    This is madness
    Some that won't grow up
    Same that won't shut up
    Anorexics
    Agoraphobics
    Schizophrenics
    Grown adolescents
    Past traumatics
    Loss and abandonment
    The usual in this white room
    Rabid mouths, prone suicidals
    Morphine injections for crazed homicidals
    A man's work is never done
    In this the white room
    Some that won't eat up
    Some that can't get up
    Delusional, compulsive and bulimic
    White floors, some with black tile
    A possible vacation, but possibly not
    Don't talk to me about a honorable mention
    Please don't talk of pensions and such
    The things these eyes of seen
    Money doesn't really seem to be all that much
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough
    I need my home and
    I need some sleep
    I need my home and
    I need some sleep
    I need a minute so
    I can rethink
    What is this
    This is madness
    This is madness
  • Rabid mouths, prone suicidals
    Morphine injections for crazed homicidals
    A man's work is never done
    In this the white room
    Nineteen hour shifts
    What kind of job is this
    This is madness
    Someone had got to be here, but jesus
    This is madness
    Some that won't grow up
    Same that won't shut up
    Anorexics
    Agoraphobics
    Schizophrenics
    Grown adolescents
    Past traumatics
    Loss and abandonment
    The usual in this white room
    Rabid mouths, prone suicidals
    Morphine injections for crazed homicidals
    A man's work is never done
    In this the white room
    Some that won't eat up
    Some that can't get up
    Delusional, compulsive and bulimic
    White floors, some with black tile
    A possible vacation, but possibly not
    Don't talk to me about a honorable mention
    Please don't talk of pensions and such
    The things these eyes of seen
    Money doesn't really seem to be all that much
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    Where are my supplements
    I need my supplements
    My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough
    I need my home and
    I need some sleep
    I need my home and
    I need some sleep
    I need a minute so
    I can rethink
    What is this
    This is madness
    This is madness