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 17
'Cause you forgot where you were
so you couldn't even read
Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons
don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons
They're gonna kill, kill your sons
until they run, run, 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
They're gonna kill your sons
don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
until they run away
Creedmore treated me very good
but 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
Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away
All your 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 17 'Cause you forgot where you were so you couldn't even read Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons They're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, 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 They're gonna kill your sons don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run away Creedmore treated me very good but 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 Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away Explain Request ×
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