Tell the marchers, tell the soldiers Don't you know my brain is damaged Everyday the paper boy brings more One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is eight Run rabbit run, before it gets too late You hurt your fucking mother but you won't fucking hurt me And that's the truth Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya You may think this is funny, but it's no laughing matter Brain damage has gone to my head Put him in a madhouse, put him in a madhouse Put him in a madhouse before it's too late Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya, to come It's so heavy, I can't take it no more, can't take it