CH: My dear family (3) Oh, my mother you so care about me when I’m in panic and stress You make me breakfast and order me to eat You think it’s all in good feed You want me to be over control ‘cause I’m the last who is not default on Ch Oh, my father, why do you decide to talk to me instead of watching TV You want me to be in mad house Oh yeh, I will not bother anyone Doctors will keep me on chain But I want to feel alive not be lain Ch Oh, my brother, let’s play again, take the axe and run me off my legs You with your wife searched through all my drawers I thought it’s just my mother’s course You found the meds and think I’m crazy, of cause Because I’m too thin and scream and shout when you all get on my nerves I smoke the cigarette – it’s bad, it’s worse than be a thief I smoke the cigarette – it’s bad, it’s worse than be a liar I smoke the cigarette – it’s bad, it’s worse than be a slave I smoke the cigarette – it’s bad, it’s worse than be a tyrant