Lyrics:

Here In My Room
where The Paint Dries Like Your Face
i'm Still Confusing Love With Need
tonight At 10
i'll Cry For A While
they'll Get Me For Sure
it's Just A Question Of Time

we're The Crazies

some Things I Do
i Feel So Ashamed
but I Have Run Of Points Of View
the Man Is A Thinker
who Thought That He Died


just Sits In The Corner
looking Somewhat Surprised

we're The Crazies

i Only Exterminate
in My Spare Time
i Fight The Machine For The Passers By
i Know I'm Wrong
but What Makes You Right
the Simple Solution Is To End It All

we're The Crazies