Lyrics:

Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world When this guy is burnin' up in the street with gasoline And the flames show no mercy So when you really need someone to talk to you It doesn't always work like it's supposed to You can love yer brain Even if it slips down the drain Man, I'm not no drug addict But a person's gotta have something To keep him from going insane Well, this man kills this other man Who's killed this other man, so it's okay And this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chair Smilin' and smokin' a cigarette So I guess I was right all along readin' Mad magazine