Driving To The Nuthouse

Hmm let me think well um
I don't read books I smell 'em
If I miss someone I tell 'em
And I don't feel too swell so I'm
Driving to the nuthouse
To tell them I'm not sane
Driving to the nuthouse in the rain

Wake up in a haze
Smelling like ashtrays
I want to call & think oh fuck it I can't wait 3 days
And I'd rather set you on fire than set you free
So I'm driving to the nuthouse
To tell them I'm not sane
Driving to the nuthouse in the rain

You say that I'm hassling you
You wish that it was so!
You do the hassling for me
By not answering the phone
An ergotist with dancing mania
Spoke these things to me
Whilst burning up in St Anthony's Fire
He Danced St. Johns dance round a tree
So I'm driving to the nuthouse
To tell them I'm not sane
Driving to the nuthouse on the train

I'm happy for the things I got
But things I've done don't make me proud
There's things I know I'd rather not
And things I wanna do that aren't allowed
It's only when I go outside
I realise where I'm going wrong
So I need a new place to hide
'Cos this eggshell is far too strong
I'm driving to the nuthouse
To tell them I'm not sane
Been driving to the nuthouse since Lorraine

It's one thing to think a lot
And another to be thoughtful
It's hard to see just what you've got
Through dreams of coloured shortfall
But I'm driving to the nuthouse
To tell them I'm not sane
Driving to the nuthouse all the same


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