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When the spinnin’ stops
I try to jump back on
but I can’t seem to
keep my attitude
See a little bit of this
think a little bit of that
need a little bit of reason
for why I can’t tell
fantasy from fact
Am I really crazy ?
Am I really insane ?
Maybe it’s the communists
the cops or the evangelists
who’re sneakin’ round
and fuckin’ with my brain
Wish I was
Dead
Instead of crazy
dial the number
Instead of crazy
dial the number
pull my string and
make me run for cover

There’s a strangler
in my closet
There’s a rapist
in my bed.
still I can’t seem to
make my getaway
Rats as big as dogs
In my bathtub
drinkin’ all my gin
with my girlfriend
house burns to the ground
around my head
Am I really crazy ?
Have I really lost my mind ?
Tried to flee the country
but my fucked-up little world
came and found me
nowhere on this planet
I can hide
Wish I was dead

Same Deal


There’s a ringin’ in my ear
that’s gonna split
my skull in two
But I can’t run because
my feet are chained
Morphine, demoral
perkadan, alcohol
I don’t wanna
be alone to face ‘em all
thousand pounds of bricks
down on my brain
Am I really crazy ?

Have I really gone completely mad ?
Paranoid schizo
delusionary puppet show
try to figure out
just what I think I know
no idea who the fuck I am
Wish I was dead

Same Deal

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