Look at me
I'm happy as can be
About the air in my lungs

And the stories I've spun
About being satisfied
Most of the time

Listening to the wind and the rain
Always wondering


Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me
When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me

"Cos the good people I know

They come and they go
Talking 'bout hospitals
Making room for criminals

And they look at me
They think I'm mad as can be
'Cos I got a criminal inside

That I just can't hide
And I'm frustrated
I try to medicate it

But nothing's as strong
As the damage I've done


Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me
When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me

'Cos I live alone

With a criminal
I live alone


Why does everybody run away
Tell me, tell me
When will I get myself straight

Help me, help me

'Cos my house ain't a home

'Cos I'm living alone
With a criminal