Gonna kill and destroy
I'm not an animal boy
Why don't they
He's got so many problems
You can count them one by
I had enough, I had it tough
I had enough of
One, two, three, four
You don't want to share with anyone
Freak
Freak
Freak
Freak
I need psychiatric therapy
I could use a lobotomy
Guess
When I woke up this morning from the night before
My
Sid was a punk rock king, Nancy was a broken
Evil in my head, in my head, inside this private
You've got to pick up the pieces
C'mon, sort your trash
You
What makes you think she'll go with you?
What makes you
Somebody, somebody put something in my drink, somebody
Another night out
I wish I was someone else
I'm confused, I'm afraid, I