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The path to the awful room that one will sleep in againWas lit for one man only gone where none can follow himTry to look down the way he'd gone:Back of a closets whose depths draw and on and onAnd nice people said he was with God nowSafe in his armsBut the voices of the angels that he heard on his last days with usSmoke alarmsWell the path to the palace of wisdom that the mystics walkIs lined with neuroleptics and electric shocksHope daily for healingTry not to go insaneDance in a circle with bells onTry to make it rainAnd nice people say he had gone home to God nowSafe in his arms, safe in his armsBut the voices of the angels singing to him on his last hours with usSmoke alarms, smoke alarms Aus Songtexte Mania