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[Intro:]

“Life’s kinda getting out of control, I think. I don’t know if you agree with me..would you hand me that ashtray? What it is… I know you’ve heard the word a thousand times, It’s a rat race. I went through the contortions of hell, I have alcoholic seizures. Wind up in the hospital and everthing else. Now I’m sick and I’m shaking like a leaf. It was like silly puddy and they threw him in the car, the paddy wagon and beat him to death. I hit one of those and I knocked the front wheel off into outer space and I kinda got angry myself and I said, Have alot of guns. I like salad, I just had a nice salad. Baked potato, some cream cheese and chives.”

- Tom Skid

Voices inside my head are making me go mad

Now I'm afraid to sleep from nightmares that I've had

I feel I'm on the edge, I need some kind of cure

Now I've gone and killed someone, I'm mentally disturbed!

[chorus]

They can't keep me locked away

My psychiatrist says I'm ok

They think that they've got me trained

But I know I'm really deranged!

Arrested for murder, my case comes to trial

Prosecution's accusing me of things sick and vile

I admit I'm guilty, but plead insanity

Six months in Bellevue, then I'm walking free!

[chorus]

[solo - Gary]

[solo - Rick]

They want to calm me down so they feed me thorazine

It doesn't make me calmer, it only makes me mean

Now they let me loose, back in society

With some psychiatric help and a lobotomy

But I've got them fooled, I'm playing at their game

I'm more psycho than before, I don't even know my name

I know they should have killed me when they had the chance

But the system let me off with a little song and dance!