Christian d**h - k** Your Sons lyrics

All your two-bit psychiatrists are giving you electro shock They say, they let you live at home, with mom and dad Instead of mental hospital But every time you tried to read a book You couldn't get to page 17 'Cause you forgot, where you were So you couldn't even read Don't you know, they're gonna k** your sons Don't you know, they're gonna k**, k** your sons They're gonna k**, k** your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away Mom informed me on the phone She didn't know what to do about dad Took an axe and broke the table Aren't you glad you're married And sister, she got married on the island And her husband takes the train He's big and he's fat and he doesn't even have a brain They're gonna k** your sons Don't you know, they're gonna k**, k** your sons Don't you know, they're gonna k**, k** your sons Until they run away Creedmore treated me very good But Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped on PHC I was so sad I didn't even get a letter All of the d**, that we took, it really was lots of fun But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke You choke like a son of a gun Don't you know, they're gonna k** your sons Don't you know, they're gonna k**, k** your sons They're gonna k**, k** your sons Until they run run run run run run run run away