Well Adjusted

Am I the one that’s going crazy?
I’m so tired of masquerading
I pretend to be so well adjusted
Maybe it’s just me and I’m disgusted
I need a room at a mental penitentiary
So lock me up with maximum security
The doctors say that they don’t know whats wrong with me
So strap me down it’s time for my lobotomy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
The doctors say that I’ll be getting out real soon
The doctors say that I’ve been making big breakthroughs
One little minute seems to last a lifetime
Like staring at the ceiling even though you’re blind
We all pretend to be so complicated
You and me just may be dislocated (dislocated)
I need a room at a mental penitentiary
So lock me up with maximum security
The doctors say that they don’t know what’s wrong with me
So strap me down its time for my lobotomy
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
The doctors say that I’ll be getting out real soon
The doctors say that I’ve been making big breakthroughs
The doctors say, the doctors say that I’m okay
The doctors changed their minds
And now I’m here to stay
HELP ME
Sorry baby
I’m not crazy
Pardon a me baby
Yo no soy loco
Woah, woah
The doctors say that I’ll be getting out real soon
The doctors say that I’ve been making big breakthroughs
The doctors say that I’m not crazy after all
The doctors say take two of these and give me a call
Get up!