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All your two-bit psychiatrists

Are giving you electric shock

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 they’re 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

He 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

Creedmoor treated me very good

But Payne 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 thorazine 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