MY SISTER'S DANGEROUS SHE CLIMBS THE BARBED WIRE FENCE CHANGES CLOTHES IN THE BACKSEAT MEDICAL GOWN TO RED JEANS I CAN TELL SHE'S OFF HER MEDS CAUSE SHE'S GRINNING LIKE A DEATH'S HEAD LIKE A SLIT WRIST ANGEL THE ASYLUM LIGHTS UP AS WE PULL AWAY THE DOCTORS DON'T GET IT MY SISTER CAN'T BE KEPT IN A CAGE