Brain Damage

Tell the marchers, tell the soldiers

Don't you know my brain is damaged

Everyday the paper boy brings more…

One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is eight

Run rabbit run, before it gets too late

You hurt your fucking mother but you won't fucking hurt me

And that's the truth

Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya

You may think this is funny, but it's no laughing matter

Brain damage has gone to my head

Put him in a madhouse, put him in a madhouse

Put him in a madhouse before it's too late

Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya, to come

It's so heavy, I can't take it no more, can't take it