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All your two-bit psychiatrists |
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Are giving you electroshock |
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They said, they'd let you live at home with mom and dad |
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Instead of mental hospitals |
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But every time you tried to read a book |
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You couldn't get to page 17 |
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'cause you forgot where you were |
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So you couldn't even read |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons |
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Don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons |
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They're gonna kill, kill your sons |
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Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away |
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Mom informed me on the phone |
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She didn't know what to do about dad |
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Took an axe and broke the table |
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Aren't you glad you're married |
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And sister, she got married on the island |
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And her husband takes the train |
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He's big and he's fat |
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And he doesn't even have a brain |
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They're gonna kill your sons |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons |
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Until they run away |
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Creedmore treated me very good |
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But paine whitney was even better |
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And when i flipped out on phc |
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I was so sad, i didn't even get a letter |
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All of the drugs, that we took |
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It really was lots of fun |
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But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke |
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You choke like a son of a gun |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons |
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Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons |
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Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away |
