State I and I

Let me trip the reason of your lecture for a change
Let me tell you how you feel
Let me strap you down and put morphine in your veins
Let me fuck this bed of steel

'Cause here comes the state inspector
So doctor all your resident records
Truth is you really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and business
Oh, oh, oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Mm, mm, mm

'Cause here comes the state inspector
So doctor all your resident records
Truth is you really don't care less
It's just a function of the politics and the business

And deinstitutionalization
She had a wife but left her at the station
And now there's women in the stairwells
Where their love lives don't fare well
They be whoring themselves away in the kitchen

And oh, the squalor, whoa-oh, the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret and don't ever leave, no

(Hey Chuck, yeah, just a second)
Calling all the president's men
'Cause I'm stuck in this room locked in
Won't you do me a favor and give me ten
So I can peek into the hallway again

Oh, the squalor, whoa-oh, the squalor
Let it empty me
Welcome to whatever God may do
It's no secret that you'll never leave

Come against sun
The forest to me
And love come against sun
The forest to me
Come against sun
The forest to me
She was a daughter of the
Second American Revolution
The tall girl with the Stones constitution
Come against sun