Psych Ward Blues - Ricky Hil

There’s people in the hallway that are locking me down

Locking my soul with a key you might as well throw it away

You won’t hear me I won’t be making a sound

You not the people that I’m concerned with talking to now

I hope that they let me outside tomorrow

I ain’t had a cigarette in six days ahh talk about the sorrow

Watch me speed, smoking weed when I leave here

Honestly, I can’t even eat here

I need to find a way to leave here

Find a way to make it way more easier

I don’t know what I’m doing wrong

I complain about my brain in this song

I ain’t think I’d be here this long

I didn’t think that they would keep me this long

I hope that they let me outside tomorrow

I ain’t had a cigarette in six days ahh talk about the sorrow