i was standing at the entrance of a madhouse

my sister was wearing a pink flower blouse

and everyone was in half waking comas

hands in the air

feet on the ground

heads in the grinder

far from the truth

they knew

if only

they knew

i was walking by a bed and in it laid my friend

he'd written his brain with a razor "the end"

come on

get up

let's go


he's got two kids and a wife

and they fit on the mattress just fine


i saw a man who looked like my father dressed like a nazi

playing yatzee with a man who looked like jesus

they took a break and said

that i'd better get un-crazy

before i get dead

and then men like priests

in white sheets like Mississippi ghosts

smothered me in pillows

as i screamed

wake up

wake up