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 hospitals
 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
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 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
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 Creedmore treat me very good
 But Paine 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 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
 Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons
 Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away