Sometimes I don't know what to think about the world. When this guy is burnin' up in the street with gasoline. And the flames show no mercy. So when you really need someone to talk to you. It doesn't always work like it's supposed to. You can love yer brain. Even if it slips down the drain. Man I'm not no drug addict. But a person's gotta have something. To keep him from going insane. Well this man kills this other man. Who's killed this other man so it's okay. And this fourteen year old's sittin' in the electric chair. Smilin' and smokin' a cigarette.