He is my brother with cold blue eyes he looks in wonder where there are no skies There are no trees There are no bees There are no flies Only silent cries I touch his hand and sit with him He can,t find himself in his house of chains He sits by choice with no voice and wonders why his life went by He can,t feel his fingers he can feel his toes he can,t feel the sweat drippin from his nose so many changes in his life got stoned one day and lost his wife Now he sits and stares at nice clean walls and looks at white coats going up and down halls They feed him pills and apple juice Then they tuck him in tell him to lay quiet til mornin I come by and see him nearly every day Ain,t life fuckin great!!! is all he says