Drunk a lot of barley wine
I'm rather high and feeling fine
I go out on, on to the street
I knock some ba*tard off his feet
I'm mad I'm mad can't control myself
I'm mad I'm mad call me psycho
I'm mad I'm mad I had to let go
I'm mad I'm mad put a bottle in your face
Punk's are alright if you want to fight
My mind is in a mental state
I give myself up I'm going insane
I need help I'm not to blame
I want to get out of here,
I want to get out of here
I want to get out of here
but the ba*tards won't let me out
They lock me up behind bars
I'm alright until I see the stars
The guys with white coats start to smile
They're going to lock me up for quite awhile