Inmates (We're All Crazy)

It's not like we did something wrong
 We just burned down the church
 While the choir within sang religious songs
 And it's not like we thought we was right
 We just played with the wheels of a passenger train
 That cracked on the tracks one night
 It's not like we ain't on the ball
 We just talk to our shrinks
 Huh, they talk to their shrinks
 No wonder we're up the wall
 We're not stupid or dumb
 We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
 On Uncle Sam's 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
 We're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy
 Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks
 And don't think we're 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
 "That's where lunatics stay"
 I wonder if he's talking about us
 It's not like we're vicious or gone
 We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
 In old forest lawn
 And it's not like we don't know the score
 We're the fragile elite they dragged off the street
 I guess they just couldn't 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
 We're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy
 We're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy, we're all crazy