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Bughouse in Pasadena

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

It was not a safe place to be

I’m being tailed by a dangerous stranger

Who thinks he’s general Gobert E Lee

Your sad painting’s hanging crooked

They make tacos that you best not eat

I might be better off homeless than in this prison with yellow stained sheets

Under lock and key twenty four seven

Like an animal in the zoo

Staring at the wall talking to myself

Ain’t really nothing else to do

Blood stains on the ceiling

Roaches running across the floor

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

The hell am I living for

Hey whoa hey

Oh hey whoa hey

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

And I can’t get no sleep

Better go hard and hairy

Or just lie there in a big ass heat

All the nurses look like Broderick Crawford

And my doctor has two glass eyes

Radio when it plays ain’t seen nothing yet but it was kind of like Buckman

Turner overdrive

Under lock and key twenty four seven

Like an animal in the zoo

Staring at the wall talking to myself

Ain’t really nothing else to do

Blood stains on the ceiling

Black widows behind every door

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

The hell am I living for

Hey whoa hey

Oh hey whoa hey

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

And much to Marsha Grimm

The weekend counselor drinks like a fish

And only speaks in pig latin

I can hear some weird vowels screaming

Like some sick wild cat down the hall

And i just met Jacqueline Onsassis

She had a beard and was over six feet tall

Under lock and key twenty four seven

Like an animal in the zoo

Staring at the wall talking to myself

Ain’t really nothing else to do

Blood stains on the ceiling

Flies buzz my pomendoor

I’m in a bughouse in Pasadena

The hell am I living for

Hey oh hey

Whoa hey

Whoa hey

I’m in a bughouse in pasadena

The hell am i living for

Hey

Whoa hey

Whoa hey

Whoa hey

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