Lyrics:

Rabid mouths, prone suicidals

Morphine injections for crazed homicidals

A man's work is never done

In this the white room

Nineteen hour shifts

What kind of job is this



This is madness

Someone had got to be here, but jesus

This is madness



Some that won't grow up

Same that won't shut up



Anorexics

Agoraphobics

Schizophrenics

Grown adolescents

Past traumatics



Loss and abandonment

The usual in this white room



Rabid mouths, prone suicidals

Morphine injections for crazed homicidals

A man's work is never done

In this the white room



Some that won't eat up

Some that can't get up



Delusional, compulsive and bulimic

White floors, some with black tile

A possible vacation, but possibly not



Don't talk to me about a honorable mention

Please don't talk of pensions and such

The things these eyes of seen

Money doesn't really seem to be all that much



Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements



My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough



Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements



My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough



I need my home and I need some sleep

I need my home and I need some sleep

I need a minute so I can rethink



What is this

This is madness

This is madness