Roses are red. sometimes violets are blue but we're always puking on cider   and glue   People say that we're twisted, you know it's not true, we just get so bad   when there's fuck all to do      Life in this building is freezing and wet, if I once had a brain then I   seem to forget   'Cos just when I caught it, it slipped through the net, now we sedate   ourselves slowly no time for regret      Sunshine wards laughing, the inmates are here, filling our lives full of   sulphate and beer   We've tried every way to make "real life" less clear as stupidity sets in   the truth disappears      Sunshine wards screaming, we crawl to the door   Reality creeps back, I can't take no more   There is no more stairway we're stuck on this floor   And fear digs in deep, as the patients hands claw      The happy dream shatters and falls to the floor   The doubt crawling in that we can't just ignore   Should we carry this farce on just as before?   Or start living for life's sake, away from the ward?