All your two-bit psychiatrists   Are giving you electroshock   They said, they'd let you live at home with mom and dad   Instead of mental hospitals   But every time you tried to read a book   You couldn't get to page 17   'cause you forgot where you were   So you couldn't even read      Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons   Don't you know gonna kill, kill your sons   They're gonna kill, kill your sons   Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away      Mom informed me on the phone   She didn't know what to do about dad   Took an axe and broke the table   Aren't you glad you're married   And sister, she got married on the island   And her husband takes the train   He's big and he's fat   And he doesn't even have a brain      They're gonna kill your sons   Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons   Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons   Until they run away      Creedmore treated me very good   But paine whitney was even better   And when I flipped out on phc   I was so sad, I didn't even get a letter   All of the drugs, that we took   It really was lots of fun   But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke   You choke like a son of a gun      Don't you know they're gonna kill your sons   Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons   Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons   Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away