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