I know I'm unhappy   I know things aren't right   For instance last week I got drunk every night      I know that I'm angry   I know I'm afraid   I rarely make love I mostly get laid      I know I'm unhealthy   No doctor would doubt   My dreams are all bad & my hair's falling out      When you get the blues & you want shoot yourself in the head   It's alright, it's alright...   Go ahead!      Do the monkey, do the pony   Do the slop, do the boogaloo twist   Cut your throat, Cut your throat... Cut your wrist      When you tire of worldly toil   Shuffle off this mortal coil    Turn your body back to soil    It's OK, It's OK      When you get hung up    Hang yourself up by the neck   What the hell, what the hell, what the heck