the shrinks are cheating
they play kinda low
they even got a girl
on there side you know
till they got you
right under there curse
it took the tossers
years to rehearse
but they still cant play the damned thing in tune
so they shoot poison pellets right upto the moon
they fire them at you they fire them at me
they fire them at absolutely bloody anybody
who needs reason who needs rhyme
when you can have a wail of a time
abusing the taxpayers for their dough
those shrinks will rip off your thumbs you know
ah but it seems they are heaven sent
blessed are we by the incompetent