The Beauty of Psychiatry

You try to hide away from me, you try to hide from your own past

You’ve changed your hair and your identity, but you know your luck won’t ever last
You are aware that I will find you in the end

And you know all the nasty things that I’ll do then

Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend, that I’m not comingYou thought you’d seen the last of me, when they threw me in that cell

But by the beauty of psychiatry, now they somehow think that I am wellBut you are aware that I will find you in the end

And you know all the nasty things that I’ll do then

Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend, that I’m not coming

You hope I won’t appear, you hope I won’t be mad at you no more

Oh I won’t ring the bell, and I will not be coming through the door

When I recall your face, it fills me with this beautiful desire

And I know you will be right here in my arms, when the life inside your eyes finally expiresYou are aware that I will find you in the end

And you know all the nasty things that I’ll do then

Yet you close your pretty eyes and just pretend, that I’m not coming