Relax, don’t do it
When you want to go to it
Relax, don’t do it
When you want to come
She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
You grew on me like a tumor
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now you’re in my heart
I should have cut you out back at the start
And now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
Should have had you removed back when you were benign
I like takin’ Tuinal
It keeps me edgy and mean
I am a teenage schizoid
I am a teenage dope fiend
I am a kid in the nuthouse
I am a kid in the psycho zone
Psycho Therapy
I’m gonna burglarize your home
Hold out your arms
Be ready to take all that’s coming
Shock treatment, you won’t feel the pain
Shock treatment, you’ll cry out in vain
Give up your heart
You won’t need it where you are going
Shock treatment, you won’t feel the pain
Shock treatment, they’ll do it to you again and again and again
Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug I’m thinking of
Oh oh can’t you see
Love is the drug for me
I want a new drug
One that won’t make me sick
One that won’t make me crash my car
Or make me feel three feet thick
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don’t know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
Dreams of Elysian
To assume are gone when we try
Tell now what is dreaming
When we try I listen with my eyes, oversimplify
West of the fields, west of the fields
Tell the Moondog, tell the March Hare,
Tell the Moondog, tell the March Hare,
We have Heaven
Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens
Nothing ever happens
Nothing ever matters
No one ever tells me so what I am to know
You wouldn’t read about it
Read about it
One unjust, ridiculous steal
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Nothing bad ever happens to me
Why should I care?
I was watching my TV one night when they broke in with a special report
About some devastating earthquake in Peru
There were thirty thousand crushed to death, even more were buried alive
On the Richter scale it measured 8.2
And I said, "God, please answer me one question?
“Why’d they have to interrupt ‘The Simpsons’ just for this?”
What a drag, 'cause I was taping it and everything
And now I’ll have to wait for the rerun to see the part of the show I missed
Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen to me?
There’s something moving through the air
Years ago, it wasn’t there
If people feel it, they don’t care
Seems like everybody’s sterilised
A piece is missing from their lives
They’re never going to be surprised
I don’t know where it comes from
Don’t ask me where it comes from
There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I’ve got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Hey, what’s that sound?
Everybody look what’s going down
Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen’s got a gun!
Everybody run, the Homecoming Queen has got a gun!
Debbie’s smiling, and waving her gun
Picking off cheerleaders one by one
Janie’s got a gun
Janie’s got a gun
Her whole world’s come undone
From lookin’ straight at the sun
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I’m getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in a ghetto,
I’ve lived all over this town
This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco,
This ain’t no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain’t got time for that now
They were closer now, Fernando.
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally.
I was so afraid, Fernando.
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die,
And I’m not ashamed to say,
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry.