"Better Off Dead" lyrics

Can't keep tape on my mouth
I can't put locks on my door
I can't just stay in this house
I just can't do it anymore
You've got this collar so tight
Playing tricks on my eyes
It's like I'm swinging my fists
When I'm not in a fight

Don't know when I'm awake or when I'm dreaming
I got these voices in my head
Strap up that straightjacket on me
I asked that doctor what he say
He said, "There ain't enough meds
Poor boy, you better off dead."

Had four twenties in my drawer
Call three numbers to report
I couldn't tell you who it was
But someone's stealing from the poor
Shadows following me
I feel its legs, I'm asleep
They say I'm losing it hard
Count down from ten when I breathe, whoa

I got these voices in my head
Strap up that straightjacket on me
I asked that doctor what he say
He said, "There ain't enough meds
Poor boy, you better off dead."

I don't care what people say
I'm anything but crazy, crazy
Talking to my shadow, only she knows I'm not crazy, crazy

I got these voices in my head
Strap up that straightjacket on me
I asked that doctor what he say
He said, "There ain't enough meds
Poor boy, you better off dead."