Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world

When this guy is burnin' up in the street with gasoline

And the flames show no mercy

So when you really need someone to talk to you

It doesn't always work like it's supposed to



You can love yer brain

Even if it slips down the drain

Man, I'm not no drug addict

But a person's gotta have something

To keep him from going insane



Well, this man kills this other man

Who's killed this other man, so it's okay

And this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chair

Smilin' and smokin' a cigarette

So I guess I was right all along readin' Mad magazine