The lunatics must pay

A lunatic roams free
a lunatic is smoking grass
remembering thrilling chaining coughs
wearing the white shirt
locked in a white prison cell

All that you feel
everything you may see
someday you'll taste
the distrust
you might save
and you might buy
some hot burned fire steal

What can you say?
The lunatics must pay
Guilty for playing
the game of their doctor's demise