"Somebody lift me up, yeah. And give me a hannnnnd. Give me a ride, I'm sliding off the highway. There's a curve in the road. I don't know when I'm going, crazy".
"The-the-the mic, the-the-the microphone" [repeat in background]. . Yeah, yeah. Too many Indians and no chiefs. I pull out the pistol when I pull no piece.
In the kitchen (putting work). On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird. On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird.
The lunatics now run the asylum. The doctors are dead, nurses are tied up. They've taken it over and barricaded themselves inside it. The lunatics now run the asylum.