It’s not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious songs And it’s not like we thought we was right We just played with the wheels of a passenger train That cracked on the tracks one night
It’s not like we ain’t on the ball We just talk to our shrinks Huh they talk to their shrinks No wonder we’re up the wall We’re not stupid or dumb We’re the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge On Uncle Sam’s daughters and sons
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine playing with trains
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other world We’re all crazy we’re all crazy we’re all crazy Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks
And don’t think we’re trying to be bad All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad We watch every day for the bus And the driver would say "That’s where lunatics stay" I wonder if he’s talking about us
It’s not like we’re vicious or gone We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay In old forest lawn And it’s not like we don’t know the score We’re the fragile elite they dragged off the street I guess they just couldn’t take us no more
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine digging up graves
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other world We’re all crazy we’re all crazy we’re all crazy we’re all crazy We’re all crazy we’re all crazy we’re all crazy we’re all crazy We’re all crazyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
