Kill Your Sons
All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shockThey say, they let you live at home, with mom and dadInstead of mental hospitalBut everytime you tried to read a bookYou couldn't get to page 17'Cause you forgot, where you wereSo you couldn't even read
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sonsDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sonsThey're gonna kill, kill your sonsUntil they run run run run run run run run away
Mom informed me on the phoneShe didn't know what to do about dadTook an axe and broke the tableAren't you glad you're marriedAnd sister, she got married on the islandAnd her husband takes the trainHe's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain
They're gonna kill your sonsDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sonsDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sonsUntil they run away
Creedmoor treated me very goodBut Paine Whitney was even betterAnd when I flipped on PCPI was so sad I didn't even get a letterAll of the drugs, that we took, it really was lots of funBut when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smokeYou choke like a son of a gun
Don't you know, they're gonna kill your sonsDon't you know, they're gonna kill, kill your sonsThey're gonna kill, kill your sonsUntil they run run run run run run run run away