All you two-bit psychiatrists Are giving you electroshock They said, they'd let you live at home with Mom and Dad Instead of mental hospitals But every time you tried to read a book You couldn't get to page seventeen 'Cause you forgot where you were And you couldn't even read
Don't you know you're gonna kill your son? Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son? Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away?
Momma called me on the phone They don't know what to do about dad He took an axe and he broke table Aren't you glad you're married? And sister, she called me from on the island Her husband takes the train She's big and she's fat And she doesn't even have a brain
Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son? Know you're gonna kill, kill your son I know you know you're gonna kill now, kill your son Until they run, run, run, run, run, oh, run away
Creedmore treated me really good And Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped out, babe, on PCP I was so sad, I couldn't get a letter All of the drugs, that we took It really was a lot of fun But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke You choke like a son of a gun
You're gonna kill your son, son, son, son You're gonna kill, kill, kill, k-k-kill your son, son, son, son Yeah, you're gonna kill, oh, kill your son now Until they run, run, run, run, gonna run awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
