Ah, there's gonna be a killing   A killing, killing, killing   Drugs are not for healing   That guy just ate meat, a-wow!      There's gonna be a beating   A beating, beating, beating   The kids are on acid   And they're marching down the streets      It's my chemical imbalance   Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs   Zoloft keeps me even   Being straight-edge rather sucks   There is no telling what could happen   If my gang was on to me      The bullets are a-shooting   A shooting, shooting, shooting   Paco plucked a pollo   That he plans to eat      Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck      There's gonna be a juicing   A juicing, juicing, juicing   I'm sober, but I'm pooping   Gorge my colon full of prunes      GO GET MORE PRUNES!      It's my chemical imbalance   Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs   Zoloft keeps me even   Being straight-edge rather sucks   There is no telling what could happen   If my gang was on to me      Well, I was peeing in my room and I was staring at the wall   And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, I was thinking about nothing   When my same-sex parents walked in and started squealing   Mark! Mike! No, Mark! We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately   And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitors   And I said, "What the fuck is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor?   Why don't you stick it up your ass like your boyfriend!   And who the hell is this Zoloft guy?   Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird sexual experience?   Just give me a cookie!"