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Everyone's stupid in here but me.
I'm really too clever for words you see.
I've done all my sums and I've read lots of books
so why am I in here with these bloody crooks?
If you look a bit closer I'm sure you will find,
it's all about what's going on in my mind.
The diagnosis they just can't agree,
I could be depressed, or just have a.PD.
They must have a label before they can tell
what in fact will make me well.
They'll give me a pill of a special kind,
to sort out what's going wrong in my mind.
Then "they" will feel better and it will be good,
if I behave as they think I should.
But until they succeed I´m locked up in here
and they won't let me out ´til sometime next year .
I shout and I rave, I cry and I scream,
but being set free is only a dream.
The answer to this I see looking back
is not to go walking on a train track.
'Cos however clever you think you can be,
you'll end up locked up in here, like me.