PSYCHIATRIC

In American psychiatric hospitals the patients say:
"I think Bob Dylan is the greatest poet in the world"
But the information they give out
With the staff has little clout,
The doctors decide what to prescribe 
The drugs the patients are forced to imbibe
To correct their mind and behaviour
So they turn to christ the saviour,
Their eyes and ears are all being read,
The only remission is sleep in bed,
There's tea and biscuits three times a day,
In the day room there's chess to play,
But with daytime television blaring out
Is it any wonder that they scream and shout.