Some people call me crazy,
They say I broke my mind...
I guess that’s why they keep me here
And pinch me all the time.
Some people call me psycho,
They say my brain works wrong...
I guess that’s why they prod it with
Their gory silver prongs.
Some people call me nutso,
They say I’ve lost my head...
I guess that’s why we stay here, though
I’ve told them we are dead.