Thorazine Shuffle
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
Writer(s): Paul F. O'neill, Jon Oliva, Criss Oliva
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