Its not like we did something wrong
We just burned down the church
While the choir within sang religious songs
And its not like we thought we was right
We just played with the wheels of a passenger train
That cracked on the tracks one night

Its not like we aint on the ball
We just talk to our shrinks
Huh they talk to their shrinks
No wonder were up the wall
Were not stupid or dumb
Were the lunatic fringe [bad word] the hinge
On Uncle Sams daughters and sons

Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine playing with trains

Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy
Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks

And dont think were trying to be bad
All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time
Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad
We watch every day for the bus
And the driver would say
"Thats where lunatics stay"
I wonder if hes talking about us

Its not like were vicious or gone
We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
In old forest lawn
And its not like we dont know the score
Were the fragile elite they dragged off the street
I guess they just couldnt take us no more

Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in another world
With roller coaster brains
Imagine digging up graves

Good old boys and girls
Congregating waiting in some other world
Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy
Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy
Were all crazy

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