help me to write this song
you got no real place of your own
they're coming to take you away
the men in white.they want you. you're pyshco
for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on. am i mad or just stupid
where the walls are made of stone
an asylum we call home. i found you in this crazy world
cos it's all i've ever wanted to do
they're coming to take you away. you're pyshco
for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on. am i mad or just stupid
where the walls are made of stone
an asylum we call home. everytime
for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on. am i mad or just stupid
where the walls are made of stone
an asylum we call home. i'm a pyscho