When asked by her man if we two are lovers
She says, "I hardly know him
Besides, he's not my type"

Her man's a policeman
With a keen sense of trouble
He's known just by danger
And all kinds of liars

Brother called this morning in a terrible panic
Spies in the closet, bugs in the attic
He screams bloody murder saying
"We're all gonna die"

And death is upon me
I know 'cause he showed me
Pictures of graveyards
And us underneath

I'm losing my hearing
From my brother screaming
"They're coming to get me and
Someone call the police"

Two in the morning, the phone disconnected
Her man knows I'm calling, it's what I expected
A note on my back door saying
"Baby not tonight"

So I sit with my brother
Who is nursing a cut wrist
He's mumbling, "Forgive me
And don't let them take me away"

I can be a good boy
And stay out of trouble
Jackie, I love you and
Don't let them take your brother

Strapped to a table, go in electrodes
"Jackie, come save me the doctors will kill me"
"No, they're here to help you
Straighten out your mind"

The TV is blaring
With some preacher saying that
God is among us
And He hears our cries

Lord, do me a favor
It's wrong but I ask You
Take my brother's life

'Cause he's sick of the suffering
The pills he's inhaling
The cross he is bearing
That is his trouble mind