Checkerboards & Cigarettes

The stage is set, please take your seats, it's a show you won't soon forget

The latrine's down the hall, past the refreshments, by the exits where nurses go blacken their lungs

Chains seal the doors at all of the wings

Though the doctors are in on it, cops won't catch wind of it till this place is flooded in flames

In this hotel California guests wear their bestwhich are white matching sets of straps and slacks

Why's the raven like the writing desk?

The combine holds more behind their games of chess, checkerboards and cigarettes.

Cause behind closed doors

Doctors see patients as specimens, gurneys, their cutting boards

And there's no cure

Their attention's detached while dosing their rats with precise choreography

Don't judge too fast their intentions are masked behind deception

Don't applaud now

Wait till they tell you to, you'll know by their queue

When patients start hacking, unaware of what's happening

No one can stop what they do