They're coming
They're coming
They're coming
They're coming
They're coming to take me away
They're coming to take me awayYour home the one the bank foreclosed
You cried monogamy
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birdsI cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you paid me back
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I'll be happyTo the happy home
They sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes
To the loony bin with all you need prescription drugs
Like Thorazine, and lithium
Electric shock and insulinTo the fucking funny farm