Asylum

by Pocatello

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lyrics

Take my name at the booth, Punch me through those pearly gates
Nursey angel take my pocket knife away
Wheel me here, Wheel me there, I'll sit in my wheeling chair
Yes I think this place is heaven and i'll stay

So take me down to the old asylum,
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
I ain't got time to pick up all the pieces
so just lift the rug and sweep away the mess I made of me

Check me up lay me down, fasten my straightjacket round
strap the current to my temples, let it flow
got my TV and my pills, somebody else pays all the bills
and I never have to worry no more

So take me down to the old asylum,
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
I ain't got time to pick up all the pieces
so just lift the rug and sweep away the mess I made of me

Well i can't take the outside no more
I'm sick and I'm tired and I'm drunk and I'm poor
bills on the table and dishes in the sink
I'm talking to myself and i haven't slept a wink

but here…

Nobody calls me on the phone, I am never all alone
there's a yard when I need a little air
nobody's beatin down my door, I'm always picked up off the floor
and I got nothing in this world for which to care

So take me down to the old asylum,
lock me in a padded room and throw away the key
I ain't got time to pick up all the pieces
so just lift the rug and sweep away the mess I made of me

credits

released August 30, 2012
Liv Carrow- Guitar, vocals
Sasha Pearl- Tenor Banjo, vocals
E. Willis- Mandolin, volcals

Produced by Tommy Stinson
Written by Liv Carrow

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