Inmates Running the Asylum (feat. B.C.)

It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world that we live in

Felonies getting off, faux pas unforgiven

Driven into madness, crash test dummies

All trapped like we’re Nicholson livin with nurse Ratched

That said, we’re embracing our crazy

Dunno what’s real like Leo and Scorsese

We’re placated, mind vacated

God’s sake just shoot me now – Dave Spade it

The dichotomy, somebody gotta stop

Top get topped up, the bottom get a lobotomy

So follow me like Chief and all the rest

Yes 77 of em already flown the cuckoo’s nest

We’re the face of mad like E. Neuman

Tuned to one show where everyone’s Truman

Soon as the politics ruining the music biz

Time the asylum runnin by the lunatics

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show

I've been a yes sir slash mam, tell me when you want it done

Never talked back, bit hard on my dumb tongue

Kept both eyes straight glued to the very front

Perfect example of John Q Anycunt

Man, how I've answered to everyone

Every institution’s got a few to take an other from

Schools and the workforce, legal and the mental ones

Television too if you choose to leave the channel on

If the straight jacket fits I will wear it

Not just rock that shit, I will flare it

Never met a crazy person for me to compare

But they couldn't be more scary than the suits over there

No order, It's more of a disarray

I could live a life of the cash that they piss away

Couldn't sleep at night though, that's where we separate

Put me in the loony bin and throw the fucking keys away

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show

We’re sanitized, paralysed, psychoanalysed

Patronise, dramatise cancel if you you satirise

Parliament telling lies, Capitol is vandalized

Tell em that we’re welcoming but send em back when they arrive

Get a clue, read the room, step aside

Prime Minister mixing up seasickness with genocide

Terrified boys nah they don’t give a Scooby Doo

more Blanc voices than Mel and it’s Looney Tunes

So move back to the way that it was before

These days if you’re honest then you’re crazy like Dudley Moore

So I’m spitting till I’m gonna get committed

They acquit him just one more time and I’m quitting

Tryna ban music, nah man I said screw it

Just do it like Lewis and Cosi Fan Tutte

So sue me I’ll stick the finger up to the middle class

Ark up, tell me where you crazy motherfuckers are

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show

Madhouse

And the inmates run the asylum

Madhouse

And the inmates running the show