d**h row inmate, believs that she is god
Voices that she hears, would never steers her wrong
No medication to dull that circus in her mind
No medication to help her understand her crime
Well d**h row inmate, round about noon
Tried to k** the guard with a plastic spoon
They placed her in cuffs in a padded room
They took away her books and gave her some paper shoes
They put her in the infirmirary
Kept the door shut
Sprayed her with a hose
She began to shout
Doctor came with a nurse
And tied her to a chair
Cause she thought she was dying
And pulled out all her hair
And the day rose morning
She's loaded with all those meds
Sitting with the inmates
Droolin all over their jellybread
Brick sound sad tunes on a piano near the wall
Till the nurse takes off the cuffs
So Ellen can reach all the keys
Knocked her in the wall
And went yellin in the yard
Well Ellen k**s two inmates
And the Nurse up in the ward
No one wonders much about the voices in their head
No one wonders if they still spoke after they had k**ed her dead
d**h row inmate, believs that she is god
Voices that she hears, would never steers her wrong
No medication to dull that circus in her mind
No medication can help her understand her crime