I will bring you the finest of all entertainment
I am pleased to be your humblest of servants
Accept my hospitality and indulge in abnormality
We've something here for everyone's enjoyment
I do this as a gift for I have no need of employment
My poetry of insanity approached with a lack of humanity
Come see our girls we have broken girls
If you're willing to be thrilled then this is a hell of a ride
They're hot, they're nuts and like me they're suicidal
And they're half price at 12am on the dot so toss us a dime
To see these lovely freaks of nature for a limited time
Some of them are really quite attractive as you'll see
Some are truly hideous, they can’t all be pretty I’m sure you agree
While others still look quite a lot like you and me
But you mustn't let them fool you there’s a lot of rules
You shouldn't look this one too long in the eye
And that one we are gonna keep walking by
These ain't no ordinary girls but we've a steady supply
Grab your fucking cup of tea, and follow me
Now before we start, has anybody have clever questions for your guide
For a dollar or more go on and ask, we have nothing here to hide
Man: Insanity's primarily a femininish malady
And no one's doubting that for it's a scientific fact
Then according to the medics, do you all have faultier genetics
Are you ladies born with this disease, or is it something you contract
It all lies with reproductive organs
Which are naturally unstable in a dame
You see from lunar we have lunacy and a lunatic acting loony
And they're always ovulating with my cycle making me gloomy
Man: Has any of your patients ever been released
Would she be sent home if her bizarre behavior were to decrease
Eszti: For the good of our dying society, they aren't to reproduce
They may pretend they have propriety but we'll never let them loose
Some have madness thrusted upon them
This is the real thing my friends, guaranteed, 100 percent authentic, mentally ill
For a little extra on the side we can arrange
For a slightly more intimate encounter
For a tuppence, yes just a tuppence will land you a handful of pills to feed the inmates
We've got pills for the standard depression, obsession, aggression, possession and indiscretion
There's a damn pill for everything nowadays
Man: How big is a lady's brain
Eszti: It's actually very very small, a simple thought is quite a strain
Man: This seems just a bit inhumane
Eszti: It's just a simple little shock, it doesn't cause her any pain
Think of them more like animals than people
We can’t prove the mentally ill have any souls at all
The only bits that aren't inferior is their bosom and posterior
But these are only useful in a ‘seedy’ music hall
Watch out for which one looks hungry tonight
You can get your picture with a patient
But do be sure she's locked up tight
They're practically wild, sir
Please protect your child, sir
They don't recall the taste of freedom
Honestly they're just happy if we feed them
So point and laugh it isn't bad
They oughtn't mind because they're mad
If you haven't got a dime give me your wives pearls
I've got a lot more words to say, but for the life of me I can't make them rhyme
So ladies reading let this be a lesson to you, keep your hair uncut
Your corsets tight, and morals high
Your knitting neat with your fucking yappers shut
This is what comes from over educating
Mentally over stimulating
We have too much serious conversating
And organized religion hating
Marriage without pro creating
Girl on girl caught lesbiating
I was caught many times masturbating
Chronically hallucinating
Certainly there's no debating
Some of us are just fascinating
Women's rights facilitating
Independent thought creating
Some girls are complicating
Take your money while you’re waiting
Some feel their flesh is fading
Nothing that can’t be helped with pacing
Corrupted ideal of Satan saving
Some take their kids for a shaking
Staying in the kitchen slaving
Some just need better raising
Being degraded for the ratings
Some just can’t stop complaining
No sense of decision making
My demons feel like escaping
In this mortal plane they invaded
Only to start the undertaking
Of my shattered mind that keeps forsaking
The ones that in their waking will do the erasing