Текст: Savatage. Thorazine Shuffle.

Thinking about yesterday
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
The Thorazine shuffle
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
The Thorazine shuffle, yeah

I'm getting anxious
I want it now, oh yeah, yeah

The Thorazine shuffle, yeah, oh