Im not insane, Im not bummed out I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight Obe things for sure, Im all outta angst Society dont bother me And theres something wrong with that So Im off to pakistan, learn the laws of islam Fundamemtalism, forget that rock-n-roll No cigarettes, no drink, in fact Its difficult to think about getting laid When you dont even get to see her face Im not insane Im not insane, Im not liquored I got nothin to do, nothing to lose I got no place to call home One things for sure, Im all outta angst Society dont bother me, theres something wrong with that Next stop mongolia Dont get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya Thown out that handicap No stepping out till spring, in fact its Defficult to sing when its 20 below And thats during the day Im not insane Im telling tim You better watch out, you better not cry You better put out records diy Cause its not what youve done, its what youve been If you fuck up, Im telling tim Take you out of book your own life part six You wont play again at abc When youre gonna ostracized like lawrence When I tell tim, Im telling tim Im telling tim, Im telling tim