Kill Your Sons

All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad Instead of mental hospital But everytime 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 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 Creedmore treated me very good But Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped 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 thorizene 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 They`re gonna kill, kill your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away