In The Rubber Room

In a town so small we all know they fib,
About the big old rubber room.
When the podunk libs, speak the lies so glib,
They're headed for the rubber room.

Delusions of grandeur in a twisted mind,
Means it's time for the rubber room.
Where a man can fall and really unwind,
With help he'll always find.
For he must be in the old rubber room.

And no one will mind his visions of doom,
Cause he's in that rubber room.
He can jump up and down or lie real still,
On the floor of the rubber room.

He may want to scream and even kill
Everyone who's sitting in that rubber room.
Everyday he hears the lies so clear
From the back of the rubber room.

He knows its real as he sits in the rear
Of a place called the rubber room.
This room is real and its for the libs
Whose minds live in the rubber room.

When the wind blows free, we give them the pills
To keep them in their rubber room.