Whitecoats and a Tree

You say you're CrAzY. You say I know that but my memory is hazy

What I know is the world is cRaZy, 

And that if you look at god in the mirror you see a dog,

Speak of this they put you in the machine to be a cog,

Tell you there are bats in the belfry, you aren't sane,

So they hook you to a machine and light up your brain,

So you won't remember the dog when you wake,

You won't question the world though it seems like a fake,

In come the white coats to set you straight,

Close your eyes to this confusing state,

Telling us we are looking left when the truth is on the right,

Our thoughts are order of out, Or should we order in tonight?

Brown paper bags of thoughts hand made, deep fried,

Sweet and sour on the side,

It does taste good when the words leave your lips,

Parrot speech after electric trips,

Pills will rain down from the sky,

Open your mouth and forget to fly,

You say that we are CrAzY

Just because we call a dandelion a daisy,

And that our down is up and our up is down,

And that is why we wear white bracelets and a backless gown,

I think the world is cRaZy

I would take it on and put it right but I feel lazy,

What I have learned is days are short and the night is long,

And if there is a dog in your mirror is doesn't mean you are wrong,

Preprepared thoughts that come in paper sacks,

End up being carried on our backs,

And no amount of flavored sauce,

Can help you back if you are truly lost,

A machine can't shock a smile on your face,

And there is no pill to slow the hectic pace,

Just take my hand and sit with me today,

And toss those deep fried thoughts all away,

The white coats won't find us here underneath my favorite tree,

Inside this memory they failed to steal from me,

This is my secret place, hidden just beyond sight,

We'll keep to the left because they can only see right,

We can scream we can shout we can dance naked in the rain,

Take those old paper sacks and toss in our brain,

Nothing left to shock if your minds not there,

No need to worry who is CrAzY or whos cRaZy if you don't care,

No need to remember how to fly if you forget about the ground,

No need to feel lost if there's nothing to be found,

Its all up in our empty head,

But not a trace of what those white coats said,

So take your sack and hand them your mind,

Because you can't learn to see from a man who is blind,

They read so many books they forgot how to see a human being,

So they try to force us into the facade that they are so desperately clinging,

Zaggers who zig and ziggers who zag,

Need their thoughts from the brown paper bag,

And some sweet and sour to make it less bitter,

If you don't fall in line they'll assign you a sitter,

Keep you behind doors that are locked to us but they can walk right through,

Walk right out into the sun and forget all about you,

Stay here with an empty head away from their electric trips,

You can zag or zig and not be afraid of what leaves your lips,

We don't have speak like birds after being shocked,

And you'll never find a door that's locked,

Just stay here with me under my favorite tree,

We can live right here in the memory they failed to steal from me.