(Porter Wagoner)

In a buildin' tall with a stone wall around
There's a rubber room
When a man sees things and hears sounds
That's not there he's headed for the rubber room.

Illusions in a twisted mind to save from
Self-destruction hmm it's the rubber room
Where a man can run into the wall
Till his strenght makes him fall and lies still
And wait for help in the rubber room.

From his blurry vision of doom
A psycho in the rubber room
The man in the room right next to mine
Screams a woman's name hits the wall in vain
He's in the rubber room.

I hear footsteps poundin' on the floor
God I hope they don't stop at my door
Hmm, I'm in the rubber room
Now they've come to get me but they find
I'm a screamin' pretty words tryin' to make 'em rhyme
I'm n the rubber room.

Hmm, a psycho I'm in the rubber room
Boom boom
The rubber room, boom boom
The rubber room...