Mania; The monkey on your back... And you've been known to fold Under the weight of much less Than that of a primate. You coat your thoughts with sugar tablets And find your piece of mind In a pharmacist's grin... And an insurance authorization a**ures You are at home In the plaza of the cats Where you belong In the volley of the mob Your name will be known Mania; Is this your coffin or your house? The walls have doors, But you're not getting out. You wrap your fingers in tv commerce And sign your checks with a quivering pen... And a parcel delivery arrives at the top of your box And welcomes you in To the plaza of the cats Where you belong Through the peephole in your door The surveillance is on... In the plaza of the cats Where you belong In the volley of the mob You name will always be known