Psycho Train

Everyone’s mad but you’re really loco
Everyone’s loopy but you’re further far gone
You live on hearty-choke and coco
But hickory dickory dock you’re a
Cookoo funky monkey right on

Rip your skull off and show us your brain
Get your frontal lobes out for the boys
And board that psycho train

There are no answers ‘cause there are no questions
There is no need for sugar coating or lies
No one’s right ‘cause there ain’t no function
‘Cept jiggery folkery mockery sock it to ‘em ‘tween the eyes

So no you’re not if you were wondering
What you’ve got is free terrain
And though the skies at times are thundering
It’s tickety-boot if you’ve stem and a root
You’ll flower in the rain