through the bars the sun goes down i sit alone in my padded cell waiting for the morning to come my baby s locked in room 101 and i know what the doctor said about the voices inside of my head can i find love in a place like this yeah a little dab ll do ya know we were out in the yard when i first saw you there running your fingers through your malnourished hair i asked you to be my woman yeah and you said maybe it ain t easy being crazy but i m crazy for you baby i ll be your bellevue boy if you ll be my psychopathic woman we ll spend the rest of our lives talking to ourselves bouncing off the walls all night like the spider eats the fly the bird eats the spider you drink your pills and wash it down with apple cider my friends they tell me they like you they live in my head i think about you when they strap me to the bed i ll be your bellevue boy if you ll be my psychopathic woman we ll spend the rest of our lives talking to ourselves bouncing off the walls all night