So you think you make it good
Want us to believe you’ll make it on your own
Lets make sure you’re really there
We’ll send you to our asylum by the shore
No more forced sleep, nausea or pills, in time
But if you can’t cut the fighting, we’ll never let you go 

This is where you’re going now
You’ll have fun, you’ll be cured when they’ll let you go
Painless heeling and chainless walks, in time
But if you can’t cut the fighting, they’ll never let you go