Meltdown 

Mom's on valium, dad's on speed, funny how the boy's emotions bleed
-       Why can't you be happier in school?
Dad wears rayon, mom's in tweed, silly little boy's got special needs
-       Why can't you be cheerful, smart and cool?

I believe it's time I made my peace
-       It's as good as time as any
So many people gotta people gotta
Feed offa this shitty little piece

Boy in a rut he's running in place, gonna be nothin but a big disgrace
-       Why can't you be more like uncle Dan?
Lost in thought he's lost in space, nothin but trouble all across his face
-       Why can't you behave more like a man?
 
I believe it's time I made my peace
-       You can blame it on your Mommy
So many people gotta, people gotta feed offa this, shitty little piece

(Speaking in tongues) SSS save yourself
My darling and I make love in a deep dark hole in the basement
She puts the lotion in the basket and we experience a radioactive temporal displacement
We dance naked in surrealistic pools of majestic green sludge
And on Sundays - on Sundays we go shopping for weasel parts, and ham hocks
Got a problem with that? Got a problem with that?
Cowboy!

I believe it's time I made my peace
-       You can blame it on your Daddy 
Too many people gotta people gotta people gotta feed offa this shitty little piece

Boy on meltdown man in chains. Suckin' down another till he kills his pain
-       Why can't you be more like other boys?
Love and torture sex and blame. Boy on track with terror train
-       Why must you make love with dangerous toys?

I believe it's time I made my peace
-       You can really be a hero?
Too many people gotta people gotta
People gotta, People gotta, People gotta, 
People gotta, People gotta, AHHHHHHHH . . . . 

Yeah, you can fuckin take that to the bank, muthafuckahhhhhh