All your two-bit psychiatrists Giving you electroshock They said, they'd let you live at home with mom and dad Instead of mental hospitals Every time 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
Gonna kill your sons, kill your sons Don't you know they gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they gonna kill, kill your sons Until they 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
Gonna kill your sons, kill your sons Don't you know they gonna kill, kill your sons Kill, kill your sons Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
Creedmore treated me very good Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped out 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 Kill, kill your sons Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Run away, run awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.