| Are you a mad man
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| Yeah I think I’m going crazy
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| I guess I haven’t been myself lately
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| Are you a mad man
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| I’m the definition of insanity
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| Even my split personality won’t chat to me
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| Are you a mad man
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| Yeah I think I’m going crazy
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| I guess I haven’t been myself lately
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| Are you a mad man
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| I’m the definition of insanity
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| Even my split personality won’t chat to me
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| (Smellington Piff)
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| My though patterns disfigured and warped
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| Come take a walk with a talking corpse
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| I’m bouncing off the walls of the psychiatric ward
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| As sulphuric acid drips from my skin pores
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| Sniff chalk
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| Rack lines with a pitch fork
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| Wolf in sheep’s clothing
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| I hear the pigs talk
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| Paranoid split persona
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| My own worst enemy
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| It ain’t my fault
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| I’m just doing what the voices are telling me
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| Call the medic
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| I switching like a schizophrenic
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| I swear they’ve been swapping my medicine with hallucinogenics
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| I’m seeing twisted delusions
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| Illusions are graphic
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| Belligerent and psychopathic
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| Ignorant and arrogant plus I’m hyperactive
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| Lurking in the midst of confusion
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| This worlds a mental institution
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| Corrupt governments are dishing out retribution and water torture
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| (Leaf Dog)
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| Me I’m just trying to find a quarter
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| Getting electro therapy with my head dunked in water
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| Hiding in the corner should have listened when they warned ya
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| Sanity can’t be banked on like a money launder
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| Now I walk the road
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| Glare of the drug vultures code
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| Now past (the fence?) like posters growing mould
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| It’s an open closed
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| Looking like a champ in brand new clothes
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| Beats made to bang just like hammer blows
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| Is he mad who knows
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| LSD having words with my two front lobes
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| One hour later think it ain’t working like vapor
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| Shit’ll change ya son I need a savior
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| In the form of anti HD goggles
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| Fellow oddballs follow shit like fear and loathing gospels
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| While we’re talking to bats
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| Trying my best to not eat this whole sheet of tabs
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| (Bill Shakes)
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| Lunatic asylum seeking
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| Nice to meet ya
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| Light the reefer full of gunpowder
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| Scalp myself with a blunt trowel
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| Pick my brains for a good hour
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| Sleeping on the pavement
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| Talking to myself to find some decent conversation
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| Clothes tired
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| Pure stammer talking
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| You couldn’t walk a meter in the soles that I walk in
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| The plot is lost don’t know what is what
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| Truly haggard
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| Blew my gasket doing shrooms and acid
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| I’m spaced out float around on grey clouds
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| Make sounds like special needs
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| After twenty tenner reefs
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| You won’t get any sense from me
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| So why try
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| One hits fine, bye
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| I shine bright like white night lights that glow in the sky
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| Psychosis from my high dosage of lines
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| Broken my mind when I got my fix
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| Holding my split personalities hostages
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| Are you a mad man
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| Yeah I think I’m going crazy
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| I guess I haven’t been myself lately
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| Are you a mad man
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| I’m the definition of insanity
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| Even my split personality won’t chat to me
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| Are you a mad man
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| Yeah I think I’m going crazy
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| I guess I haven’t been myself lately
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| Are you a mad man
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| I’m the definition of insanity
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| Even my split personality won’t chat to me |