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