GREYSTONE BLUES (Gabe Zander/BMI) 1999

NOTE: Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital is the NJ State Mental Hospital, for both the criminally insane and otherwise.
I've never been incarcerated there. Former inmates I've met throughout my travels, many of them close friends,
upon hearing of my various stays at Fair Oaks, Newton, and UMDNJ psychiatric wards, always told me something to the effect 
of "Whew, you had it easy." This song is for them.

(uptempo Bluegrass beat)

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Oh, Greystone, I've been confined in here too long;
G                                        D
Most of the folks locked up in here just ain't done nothing wrong.
   G                A                     D           G
We may act somewhat strange, and hard for some to be around,
    E                                    A
But couldn't they just avoid us? No, you had to lock us down,

Oh, Greystone, sometimes I wake at night with chills,
And again, in the morning, with someone standing o'er me, pusing pills,
And it makes me sick as hell; you think you know what's right for me;
You were given judgement of right and wrong with your fancy big degree.

(chorus):
    G                          D
Oh, is it worth the money, and is it worth the time,
   G                              D               A
To keep me locked away, with no involvement in no crime?
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There's madness in your system, you'll never find in me,
   G         A              D
So Greystone, please set me free.

Oh, Greystone, if Jesus walked the Earth today,
Would they crucify him? No, they'd send him up this way.
You'd pump him full of Paxil till he fit in with the rest;
He'd trade his cloak for a business suit at society's request.

Oh, Greystone, I know you'll never make no change,
And I don't believe your methods work; is that why I'm deranged?
You don't have all the answers, though you seem to think you do.
I'll open up to anyone, but can't get through to you.

(chorus)

(break)

Oh, Greystone, you tell me I've been well-behaved,
And lettin' me back out into the world just might not be unsafe,
But I've gotta continue dopin' up or withdrawls will make me crack,
And this paranoid society will surely send me back.

Oh Greystone, is this what you call liberty?
I'm forced to pay to see a stuck-up headshrink every week.
And I might make suggestions; he just brushes them aside,
Though he don't know what's going on, and can't see through my eyes.

(closing chorus):

And it ain't worth my money; sure as Hell ain't worth my time;
I'm on parole for life, with no involvement in no crime.
There's madness in your system that you never found in me,
And Greystone, you never set me free.

Oh, Greystone, you never set me free.