Thinking about yesterday And how my life used to be Now I№m locked inside this place I№m a schizophrenic case All the faces I now see Never show a sign of glee Every night we start to bustle It№s time to do the Thorazine shuffle It№s the Thorazine shuffle Everyday half past four They push my food through the door Every night right at eight They put me back into my straight All the paintings I have made They look kind of strange Every night we start to hustle It№s time to do the Thorazine shuffle It№s the Thorazine shuffle