Ah, there's gonna be a killing A killing, killing, killing Drugs are not for healing That guy just ate meat, a-wow!
There's gonna be a beating A beating, beating, beating The kids are on acid And they're marching down the streets
It's my chemical imbalance Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs Zoloft keeps me even Being straight-edge rather sucks There is no telling what could happen If my gang was on to me
The bullets are a-shooting A shooting, shooting, shooting Paco plucked a pollo That he plans to eat
Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck
There's gonna be a juicing A juicing, juicing, juicing I'm sober, but I'm pooping Gorge my colon full of prunes
GO GET MORE PRUNES!
It's my chemical imbalance Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs Zoloft keeps me even Being straight-edge rather sucks There is no telling what could happen If my gang was on to me
Well, I was peeing in my room and I was staring at the wall And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, I was thinking about nothing When my same-sex parents walked in and started squealing Mark! Mike! No, Mark! We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitors And I said, "What the fuck is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor? Why don't you stick it up your ass like your boyfriend! And who the hell is this Zoloft guy? Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird sexual experience? Just give me a cookie!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
