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All you 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 |
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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 seventeen' |
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Cause you forgot where you were |
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And you couldn't even read |
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Don't you know you're gonna kill your son? |
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Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son? |
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Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son |
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Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away? |
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Momma called me on the phone |
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They don't know what to do about dad |
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He took an axe and he broke table |
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Aren't you glad you're married? |
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And sister, she called me from on the island |
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Her husband takes the train |
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She's big and she's fat |
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And she doesn't even have a brain |
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Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son? |
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Know you're gonna kill, kill your son |
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I know you know you're gonna kill now, kill your son |
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Until they run, run, run, run, run, oh, run away |
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Creedmore treated me really good |
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And Paine |
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Whitney was even better |
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And when I flipped out, babe, on |
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PCPI was so sad, |
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I couldn't get a letter |
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All of the drugs, that we took |
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It really was a lot 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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You're gonna kill your son, son, son, son |
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You're gonna kill, kill, kill, k-k-kill your son, son, son, son |
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Yeah, you're gonna kill, oh, kill your son now |
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Until they run, run, run, run, gonna run away |
