Once our illness meant possession
Sons and daughters of evil conception
In Bedlam's squalor we were a zoo
We shared the ovens of Auschwitz too

People don't know we are sick
Just because some think too quick
People know we've little recourse
Paranoids are wrong, of course

And try to tell it to the police
They'll ask you if you took your meds
It's a great way to lose your lease
Everything's all in our heads

We cannot carry guns you see
The Second Amendment doesn't apply
So our peers are left to die
In this great society

After there was Stellazine
They kicked so many to the curb
Community support was lean
With policy absurd

They had to use their deadly force
Without a Taser, a life was lost
They'll be cleared in court, of course
Yet, now we know what Tasers cost