Soiled bass anthem with noises and words and stuff. Enjoy.

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I think the title says it all really.

You know my momma looked at me the way she looked at Kennedy
But this time she wasn't smiling from a book depository
The kind of look your daughter throws following a blazing row
She's the heir to your fortune and Jessica Fletcher's in town

She read some of my lyrics and declared I was a cynic
So she found the cheapest clinic and she put this motherf***er in it
As part of my therapy I will write what is bothering me
In a room with more padding than dossier's for WMD's

Check it out mother, see I'm using a computer
I haven't used one since I got my daddy neutered
I hacked in in seconds to his medical records
This surgery emergency will get him back for hurting me

I said "I'm not crazy". They said "We can tell you are
You're sat there listening to Katie Melua"
Pills of many colours just so I wouldn't suffer
Like when grandma used to prep me to receive her nine inches of rubber

Sorry to digress I must get this off my chest
But this wasn't the grandmother who would make me wear a dress
She used to babysit me, but you can guess what happened
Why do you think everybody knew her as Grandma Strap-on

Don't know if she was gay or if it was just tragic
But she went down with all hands on the SS Lesbianic

(pre) Like an angelic vision witness the doctor's decision
The lights were blinding reminding me of divine exorcism

(chorus) We're gonna give you electro shock
It's the only f***ing thing we haven't tried
You may end up like a simpleton, but still
You can be the drummer for the White Stripes

I'm not Randall P.Murphy, please don't leave my brain injured
Depose my frontal lobes so I laugh at Freddy Got Fingered
If you cut my brain I've lost, oh I might as well finish
I'd believe language of fiction like Klingon and US English

I'm writing my problem list and so at number one
Yo, when I was pretty young I was in an iron lung
It weren't to protect me from those like Studebaker
There was nothing wrong with me, it was just cheaper than daycare

Like when your dodgy chain smoking uncle says to you
"Would you like to see some puppies?" and you think "Yeah, I do"
Takes you by the sweaty hand and the sweat will turn to shivers
As you spend the whole afternoon dredging the local river

So many residents are claiming to be President
Holding their truths to be self f***ing evident
I heard this all before from the guy in the room next door
He said he won an election and his name was Al Gore

I'm getting thinnner and thinner 'cos I won't eat my dinner
Oh yeah, this hunger strike's a killer 'cos I'm only a beginner
I'm just bones and eyeliner, it must look f***ing revolting
Like Skeletor in drag or just one of the Olsen's

Even the meanest hyena's wouldn't pick and strip my carcass
An effeminate skeleton like the singer from The Darkness

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(chorus)

In fear of abandonment the Iraqi government
And all the shoes at Reading that were aiming for 50 Cent
These therapy sessions for all your darkest confessions
You can't escape 'em 'cos they tape 'em, sell 'em to TV stations

Everyday in this cage it is so f***ing boring
Didn't know the tenth circle of Dante would smell of chlorine
Intraveneous feeding complete the Culture Club theorum
I'd be different when I woke like a Coma Chameleon

Let me get this right, I'll spend the rest of my life
In this f***ing institution "Better get a blacklight"
Let my pupils dilate create pools of deepest black
'Til I can't blink like a bush baby with cataracts

I'm surrounded by downers, crackers and badly shaved slappers
Who think that dead wookie rappers "Oh, yeah they're known as Tupacca"
Girls in Linkin Park hoodies with their self harming patterns
I just hope they're not packing beneath their nu metal jackets

When mom's check's started bouncing they wanted me to leave
Need every bed now the Coldplay record's been released
Their American tour, think it was sponsored by Prozac
There are riches in misery, but hey everyone knows that

I'm like Dorothy Gayle who failed to find her home
A victim of a munchkin drive by on the yellow brick road

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(chorus)