Kill Your Sons Christian Death

All you two-bit psychiatrists
Are giving you electroshock
They said they'd let you live at home with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospitals
But every time you tried to read a book
You couldn't get to page seventeen
'Cause you forgot where you were
And you couldn't even read

Don't you know you're gonna kill your son?
Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son?
Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son
Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away?

Mama called me on the phone
They don't know what to do about dad
He took an axe and he broke table
Aren't you glad you're married?
And sister, she called me from on the Island
Her husband takes the train
She's big and she's fat
And she doesn't even have a brain

Don't you know you're gonna kill, kill your son?
Know you're gonna kill, kill your son
I know you know you're gonna kill now, kill your son
Until they run, run, run, run, run, oh, run away