He’s the king of his problems He’s on top of it all But for a man so high The chances are he’ll fall Coming home from his work To a refreshing cup of tea He’s drifting into deep sleep From which he’ll wake to a new reality
In two minds – in your home With two minds – you’re never alone In two minds – you’re annoyed With two minds – you’re a schizoid
Wiping the grime from his eyes He’s sure not himself he stands on his two new feet And realises he’s someone else He’s become hyperactive And starts to act like a child Now he’s scared of all around Like the prey of a hungry animal wild
The doctor has been called On the electronic phone And the trap is neatly sprung To entice him to his home And as the doctor inspects The change in his patient’s head A knife is raised With which to strike the doctor dead
And so to the courtroom How do you plead? ‘Madness’ And so he gets away With his acts of badness But his lawyer is dead The jury are too And he’s in two minds About what to do