Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world
When this guy is burnin' up in the street
with gasoline
And the flames show no mercy
So when you really need someone to talk to
you
It doesn't always work like it's supposed to
You can love yer brain
Even if it
slips down the drain
Man, I'm not no drug addict
But a person's gotta have something
To
keep him from going insane
Well, this man kills this other man
Who's killed this other
man, so it's okay
And this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chair
Smilin' and
smokin' a cigarette
So I guess I was right all along readin' Mad magazine
