Sunshine Ward

Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider
 and glue
 People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad
 when there's f**k all to do
 Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I
 seem to forget
 'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate
 ourselves slowly no time for regret
 Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of
 sulphate and beer
 We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in
 the truth disappears
 Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door
 Reality creeps back, I can't take no more
 There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor
 And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw
 The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor
 The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore
 Should we carry this farce on just as before?
 Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?