It's
not like we did something wrong
We
just burned down the church
While
the choir within sang religious songs
And
it's not like we thought we was right
We
just played with the wheels of a passenger train
That
cracked on the tracks one night
It's
not like we ain't on the ball
We
just talk to our shrinks
Huh
they talk to their shrinks
No
wonder we're up the wall
We're
not stupid or dumb
We're
the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
On
Uncle Sam's 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
We're
all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
Lizzy
Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks
And
don't think we're 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
"That's
where lunatics stay"
I
wonder if he's talking about us
It's
not like we're vicious or gone
We
just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
In
old forest lawn
And
it's not like we don't know the score
We're
the fragile elite they dragged off the street
I
guess they just couldn't 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
We're
all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
We're
all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
We're
all crazy
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