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