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