Largactil, E.C.T. and such,
They did not suit me over much.
And possibly did me harm,
Years ago on the funny farm.
They gave me stuff to make me well,
But somehow sent me to hell.
And if the staff had not been kind,
I think I would have lost my mind.
It's long ago and far away,
But still there are those dues to pay.
And now it goes against the grain,
To keep my mind and lose my brain.