Its not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious songs And its not like we thought we was right We just played with the wheels of a passenger train That cracked on the tracks one night
Its not like we aint on the ball We just talk to our shrinks Huh they talk to their shrinks No wonder were up the wall Were not stupid or dumb Were the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge On Uncle Sams daughters and sons
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine playing with trains
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other world Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks
And dont think were trying to be bad All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad We watch every day for the bus And the driver would say "Thats where lunatics stay" I wonder if hes talking about us
Its not like were vicious or gone We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay In old forest lawn And its not like we dont know the score Were the fragile elite they dragged off the street I guess they just couldnt take us no more
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in another world With roller coaster brains Imagine digging up graves
Good old boys and girls Congregating waiting in some other world Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy Were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy were all crazy Were all crazy