Uploaded January 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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We welcome you, stranger
Skipping down the path
To Funny Farms
Our little slice of Heaven
Embraces you
With shackled arms

It starts in the morning
You’ll rise from your bed
Shuttled in order
Where breakfast is fed
Waiting in line
For distributed meds
And juice
Oh there’s juice

Now you’re sitting alone with your head on your arms
Scrubbing your thoughts while you’re losing your charm
Plowing the fields by yourself,
At Funny Farms

Crayons aren’t pointy
Offering no protection
From your harm
Even cups are paper
And spoons are plastic
Here at Funny Farms

When you’re riding along
And you can’t catch a break
Nobody takes heed
Of the warnings you make
Chances have died
Every pill that you take
But there’s juice
Oh there’s juice

Now you’re sitting alone with your face on your arms
Scrubbing your thoughts while you’re losing your charm
Plowing the fields by yourself,
At Funny Farms

It’s fun to go camping
Hiking and singing a song
Let’s write the family
If they’d all like to come along
To the farm
Of Funny Farms

Now you’re sitting alone with your eyes on your arms
Scrubbing your thoughts while you’re losing your charm
Plowing the fields by yourself,
At Funny Farms

Now you’re sitting alone with a lash on your arms
Scrubbing your thoughts while you’re losing your charm
Plowing the fields by yourself,
At Funny Farms