| Lyrics: | All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock
They say, they let you live at home,
with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospital
But everytime you tried to read a book
You
couldn't get to page 17
'Cause you forgot, where you were
So you couldn't even
read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill
your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run run run run
away
Mom informed me on the phone
She didn't know what to do about dad
Took an axe
and broke the table
Aren't you glad you're married
And sister, she got married on the
island
And her husband takes the train
He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a
brain
They're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your
sons
Don't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run
away
Creedmore treated me very good
But Paine Whitney was even better
And when I
flipped on PHC
I was so sad I didn't even get a letter
All of the drugs, that we took, it
really was lots of fun
But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke
You choke
like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sons
Don't you know, they're
gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
Until they run run run run run
run run run away |
