Can't keep tape on my mouth,
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I can't put locks on my door,
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I can't just stay in this house,
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I just can't do it anymore,
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You've got this collar so tight,
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Playin' tricks on my eyes,
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It's like I'm swinging my fists,
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When I'm not in a fight,
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Don't know when I'm awake or when I'm dreamin',
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I got these voices in my head,
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Strap up that straightjacket on me,
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I asked that doctor what he say,
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He said, "There ain't enough meds,
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Oh boy, you better off dead,"
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Had four twenties in my drawer,
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Call three numbers to report,
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I couldn't tell you who it was,
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But someone's stealing from the poor,
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Shadows following me,
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I feelin' legs, I'm asleep,
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Say I'm losin' it hard,
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Count down from ten when I breathe, whoa,
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I got these voices in my head,
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Strap up that straightjacket on me,
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I asked that doctor what he say,
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He said, "There ain't enough meds,
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Oh boy, you better off dead."
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I don't care what people say,
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I'm anything but crazy, crazy,
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Talkin' to my shadow, only she knows I'm not crazy, crazy,
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I got these voices in my head,
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Strap up that straightjacket on me,
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I asked that doctor what he say,
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He said, "There ain't enough meds,
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Oh boy, you better off dead,"
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Better Off Dead
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| ZZ Ward |
