Let me trip the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you'll feel
Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins
Let me share this bed of steel
Cause here come the state inspector
So doctor all the resident records
Truth is he really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and business
Oh the squalor, Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret that you'll never leave
woah. woah...woahh
Cause here comes the state inspector
So doctor all the resident records
Truth is he really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and business
Deinstitutionalization
Had a wife but left her at the station
And there's women in the stair wells
When their love lives don't fair well
Whoring themselves away in the kitchen
But look see that woman gettin all dressed up
Putting on her earrings and her makeup
And in another world there's a lonely girl
Who's wishing she'd never been a grown up
Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret that you'll never leave
Maybe today I won't get the wrong meds,
And maybe today I'll get my fourty six cents
And maybe today I'll jump that barbed wired fence
And leave this place altogether
Cause we're calling all the President's men
And we're stuck in his room, locked in
Won't you do me a favor and give me ten
So I can peek into the hallway again.
Oh the squalor...Oh the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever god may do
It's no secret you'll never leave
