Basket Case

Do you got the time, to listen to me whine, about death, hate and everything all at once?

I am on a dose, melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone that drown the body

Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

And I think I'm breaking up And I'm just paranoid

And I'll just stop I went to a shrink

To analyze my dreams She said, "Just like absinthe, you're breaking

me down" I went to a whore

She said, "My life's a bore But we know where the cure's at

Sometimes I keep myself to the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

And I think, "Set it up" I think, "I'll break it up"

And I'm just paranoid, ay-ay-ay-ay

I see the hell

HELL

And grass brings you control

I say we better hold on

Whoa, whoa, oh

Sometimes I give myself the creeps

Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me

And I think I need up

I think I'm cocking up

And I'm just paranoid

And I guess I'm

Yeah!

Hey!