Brain Damage Virgin Prunes

Tell the marcher
Tell the soldier
Tell the marcher
Tell the soldier

Don't you know my brain is damaged
Don't you know my brain is damaged

Every day
Paper boy brings more

One and one is two
Two and two is four
Four and four is eight

Run, rabbit, run
Before it gets too late

You hurt your fucking mother
But you won't fucking hurt me
And that's the truth

Sitting in the la la
Waiting for the ya ya
You may think this is funny
But it's no laughing matter