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 hospitals But everytime 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 kill your sons? Don't you know they gon' kill, kill your sons? They gon' kill, kill 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 He 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 kill your sons Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons? Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons? Until they Run away Creedmor treated me very good But Paine Whitney was even better And when I flipped out on PHC I was so sad, I didn't even get a letter All of the drugs, 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 kill your sons? Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons? Don't you know they're gonna kill, kill your sons? Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away