Lyrics:

A boy I know is sick in his head -

At least that's what the doctors say he is

Shut in his room for hours on end

Looks like he's forgotten, but is he

His mind it ticks, more than you know

One day something in his head will click

Warders fill him full of lies, he fights he knows

They'll never convince him that he's mad!

At breakfast he is strapped in a chair (won't go far)

Just a word out of place, he's sent to his room

Don't tell them you're sane

They'll laugh and put you to sleep

Don't tell them you're sane, but you are

Tell me what you did today, was it good

What was it like and who was it with

Don't think I'm prying I'd just like to know

Why it is you do things so slow

Take him to the doctor, see what he says

I don't know why he bothers, he's in for good