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ASYLUM

By now you know I've been abused
From a very early age
I've grown up never knowing
Was I gay or was I straight

The confusion was to much for me
I started to break down
I landed in a mentlalward
Up in my home town

Then I'd just turned seventeen
I thought they'd get me well
But all I got was snide remarks
Like poof or queer or tinkerbell

At first I thought it was a laugh
I seemed like good clean fun
Then it started getting personal
With the jibes and pats on the bum

I don't mean by the patients
I could have handled that
But this was done by nursing staff
Who made life living hell

I'd get injections once a month
I'd dread it coming round
As some nurses found it loads of fun
When I had my trowsers down

One guy I would really dread
He'd rub me up and down
And then he'd burst laughing
Like some demented circus clown

All this aggrovation
Made me an angry man
So I threw a chair through a window
Several nurses dragged me down

They put me under observation
I was followed everywhere
It was so humiliating
To have a bath with nurses there

I could hear the nurses chatting
Just outside the shower room
And then one bastard shouted in
"Shall I come and dry your bum"

These taunts of Queer and Sexy
Kept me from talking straight
I realize now that in the race for help
They kept me at the starting gate

This story could go on and on
But I wont tell you the rest
Because the point that I am making is
"Shouldn't nursing staff know best"
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CARE

They call themselves psychiatrist
Conultants or even more
They tell you they can sort your mind
But me? I'm not so sure

They tell you you've got problems
And they can sort it out
But they fill you up with Melleril
Or largactil or some shite

Now take for instance Robert
A really lovely guy
When he was first admitted
All he wanted was to die

They helped sort his mind out
Which I though was really great
They helped him back to work again
And then got him a flat

Everything was really fine
For arout six months or so
So they cut down on his tablets
"NOT A GOOD THING TO DO!!!!"

No one had seen Robert
Over the whole weeken
No one really missed him
Until his brother found him dead

He left a note to tell his friends
He couldn't stand the mental pain
Of screaming voices in his head
That were driving him insane

And then there was Rick Dayton
A really funny guy
But he told me it was all afront
Saying "If you don't laugh then you cry"

Rick had bad depession
When he knocked on the ward door
They wouldn't even let him in
They just told him to go home

This guy was semi-naked
And really in distress
But he wandered off back home alone
Next morning he was dead

I won't bore you any longer
By stating another case
So I'm gonna get down to the point
I'm gonna say my piece

You doctors play around with minds
As if they are tour toys
For Fuck sake give us some respect
We're men not little boys

So when you get the tablets right
Just leave them alone
Or do you want some more statistics
Like Robert.Rick, or anyone
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