Thinking about yesterday
And how my life used to be
Now Im locked inside this place
Im a schizophrenic case
All the faces I now see
Never show a sign of glee
Every night we start to bustle
Its time to do the Thorazine shuffle
Its the Thorazine shuffle
Everyday half past four
They push my food through the door
Every night right at eight
They put me back into my straight
All the paintings I have made
They look kind of strange
Every night we start to hustle
Its time to do the Thorazine shuffle
Its the Thorazine shuffle