I’m a coupla beers short of six pack
They let me out of the mad house too soon
Watch as my day of destiny does loom
Don’t call my therapist. He thinks I’ve cracked
Attention encourages me they say
Pass me the Prozac. I need it right now
Before I go and butcher that sacred cow
Don’t ask. The hospital made me this way
I should be acting my age, you know that?
The effects of the medication have past
Careering down the highway much too fast
And within time you will hear me go splat
If all mental breakdowns are this much fun
Maybe I should have more after this one
18th February 2005
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