Bughouse in Pasadena

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Whoa hey
Whoa hey
Whoa hey