Inmates Lyrics
We just burned down the churchWhile the choir within sang religious songsAnd it's not like we thought we was rightWe just played with the wheels of a passenger trainThat cracked on the tracks one nightIt's not like we ain't on the ballWe just talk to our shrinksHuh they talk to their shrinksNo wonder we're up the wallWe're not stupid or dumbWe're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hingeOn Uncle Sam's daughters and sonsGood old boys and girlsCongregating waiting in another worldWith roller coaster brainsImagine playing with trainsGood old boys and girlsCongregating waiting in some other worldWe're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazyLizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacksAnd don't think we're trying to be badAll the innocent crime seemed alright at the timeNot necessarily mad not necessarily madWe watch every day for the busAnd the driver would say"That's where lunatics stay"I wonder if he's talking about usIt's not like we're vicious or goneWe just dug up the graves where your relatives layIn old forest lawnAnd it's not like we don't know the scoreWe're the fragile elite they dragged off the streetI guess they just couldn't take us no moreGood old boys and girlsCongregating waiting in another worldWith roller coaster brainsImagine digging up gravesGood old boys and girlsCongregating waiting in some other worldWe're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazyWe're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazyWe're all crazy
Alice Cooper Inmates
