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Ah, there's gonna be a killing
A killing, killing, killing
Drugs are not for healing
That guy just ate meat, a-wow!
There's gonna be a beating
A beating, beating, beating
The kids are on acid
And they're marching down the streets
It's my chemical imbalance
Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs
Zoloft keeps me even
Being straight-edge rather sucks
There is no telling what could happen
If my gang was on to me
The bullets are a-shooting
A shooting, shooting, shooting
Paco plucked a pollo
That he plans to eat
Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck
There's gonna be a juicing
A juicing, juicing, juicing
I'm sober, but I'm po*ping
Gorge my colon full of prunes
GO GET MORE PRUNES!
It's my chemical imbalance
Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs
Zoloft keeps me even
Being straight-edge rather sucks
There is no telling what could happen
If my gang was on to me
Well, I was peeing in my room and I was staring at the wall
And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, I was thinking about nothing
When my same-sex parents walked in and started squealing
Mark! Mike! No, Mark! We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately
And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitors
And I said, "What the fk is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor?
Why don't you stick it up your as* like your boyfriend!
And who the hell is this Zoloft guy?
Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird sexual experience?
Just give me a cookie!"