Thinking about yesterday
And how my life used to be
Now I№m locked inside this place
I№m a schizophrenic case
All the faces I now see
Never show a sign of glee
Every night we start to bustle
It№s time to do the Thorazine shuffle
It№s the Thorazine shuffle
Everyday half past four
They push my food through the door
Every night right at eight
They put me back into my straight
All the paintings I have made
They look kind of strange
Every night we start to hustle
It№s time to do the Thorazine shuffle
It№s the Thorazine shuffle