I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out   I got no one to blame, nothing to change   I got no evil to fight      Obe thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst   Society don't bother me   And there's something wrong with that      So I'm off to pakistan, learn the laws of islam   Fundamemtalism, forget that rock-n-roll   No cigarettes, no drink, in fact   It's difficult to think about getting laid   When you don't even get to see her face   I'm not insane      I'm not insane, I'm not liquored   I got nothin' to do, nothing to lose   I got no place to call home   One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst   Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that      Next stop mongolia   Don't get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya   Thown out that handicap   No stepping out till spring, in fact it's   Defficult to sing when it's 20 below   And that's during the day   I'm not insane      I'm telling tim         You better watch out, you better not cry   You better put out records diy   Cause it's not what you've done, it's what you've been   If you fuck up, I'm telling tim      Take you out of book your own life part six   You won't play again at abc   When you're gonna ostracized like lawrence   When I tell tim, I'm telling tim   I'm telling tim, I'm telling tim