When I'm an old lunatic I shall wear a black and white pinstriped suit I'm trapped inside the prison walls That used to be my mind The wallowing woman that I used to be Has long been left behind
There are times I'm quite alert My memoryβs still intact Then there are days when I shall disappear And no itβs not an act
With an anesthetic air to it The squeaky doors My mind flows like a never ending pit And creaky carpet bare floors
The halls as silent as a morgue Pill meals to which I never want They're like a cardboard box that kicks you numb My old memories still do haunt
Blindly walking the paths laid out for me When I'm old I shall be completely crazy I'll scream and shout loudly to make sure you hear me clearly I'll ramble on and on about my past times When suddenly I am old and start to wear black and white pinstriped suits