The Asylum
Bernard Butler / Brett Anderson
When I hear the men outside my window kicking down the door
And all the megaphones are screaming letters of the law
Would you walk in through the gates and visit me?
Would you please? In the asylum
When they're counting out the chemicals and doing daily tasks
And giving out prescription drugs and putting on their masks
Would you wander through the grounds to visit me?
As they opened up the gates and turned the key
Would you please? In the asylum
If they burned my brain away would you understand?
If they tried to hold me down would you hold my hand?
Could you stand, stand the asylum?
In the asylum
In the asylum
In the asylum