When I was a kid, my whole reality split I was living a lie I was a killing machine, I was a warlord When I closed my eyes I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom We had a real long talk I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom They made the visions stop When I was a kid, I was a total dick to inanimate objects The world beat the hell from me; I took it out on a tree Great Illustrated Classics I took it out on a fig tree, out on the lawn I took it out on the backyard (Backyard) And behind Rite Aid, I took it out on the crates And on the shopping carts Meanwhile, on another plane I was the king of pain and unspeakable cruelty I set the mommy on fire, I set the baby on fire Not even Jesus could stop me I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom We had a real long talk I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom They made the visions stop I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom We had a real long talk I had to talk to the teacher; she talked to my mom They made the visions stop Stop Stop Stop