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