My Chemical Imbalance Lyrics - Guttermouth

Ah, there's gonna be a killing 

A killing, killing, killing 

Drugs are not for healing 

That guy just ate meat, a-wow! 

There's gonna be a beating 

A beating, beating, beating 

The kids are on acid 

And they're marching down the streets 

It's my chemical imbalance 

Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs 

Zoloft keeps me even 

Being straight-edge rather sucks 

There is no telling what could happen 

If my gang was on to me 

The bullets are a-shooting 

A shooting, shooting, shooting 

Paco plucked a pollo 

That he plans to eat 

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck 

There's gonna be a juicing 

A juicing, juicing, juicing 

I'm sober, but I'm pooping 

Gorge my colon full of prunes 

GO GET MORE PRUNES! 

It's my chemical imbalance 

Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs 

Zoloft keeps me even 

Being straight-edge rather sucks 

There is no telling what could happen 

If my gang was on to me 

Well, I was peeing in my room and I was staring at the wall 

And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, I was thinking about nothing 

When my same-sex parents walked in and started squealing 

Mark! Mike! No, Mark! We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately 

And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitors 

And I said, "What the fuck is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor? 

Why don't you stick it up your ass like your boyfriend! 

And who the hell is this Zoloft guy? 

Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird sexual experience? 

Just give me a cookie!"