Punching Timeclocks Silly (Sanitarium)

They've locked me in this padded room so many fucking times. I can't remember ever feeling like I was okay. I just take my pen and paper, penning wicked rhymes and punching timeclocks silly just to get me thru the day. The meals that they feed you here will not get you excited. They're filling, sure, but they're no cure to satisfy my hunger. There was a girl once, long ago, not loose and rarely tighted. Her long black hair and green eyes I would die to be among. Her ruby lips and fingertips caress my swollen member. She holds my hand in traffic when we're running thru the night. I'd call her on her cellphone, but her digits aren't remembered. So I will sit at sunrise, baby, waiting for the light. I meditate and think of weed. You're the only girl I'll ever need.