Kill Your Sons

All you two-bit psychiatrists

Are giving you electroshock

They said, they'd let you live at home with Mom and Dad

Instead of mental hospitals

But every time you tried to read a book

You couldn't get to page seventeen

'Cause you forgot where you were

And you couldn't even read

Don't you know you're gonna kill your son?

Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son?

Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son

Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away?

Momma called me on the phone

They don't know what to do about dad

He took an axe and he broke table

Aren't you glad you're married?

And sister, she called me from on the island

Her husband takes the train

She's big and she's fat

And she doesn't even have a brain

Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son?

Know you're gonna kill, kill your son

I know you know you're gonna kill now, kill your son

Until they run, run, run, run, run, oh, run away

Creedmore treated me really good

And Paine Whitney was even better

And when I flipped out, babe, on PCP

I was so sad, I couldn't get a letter

All of the drugs, that we took

It really was a lot of fun

But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke

You choke like a son of a gun

You're gonna kill your son, son, son, son

You're gonna kill, kill, kill, k-k-kill your son, son, son, son

Yeah, you're gonna kill, oh, kill your son now

Until they run, run, run, run, gonna run away