Inmates (We're All Crazy) [5:03] - From the Inside, 1978
	It's not like we did something wrong
	We just burned down the church
	While the choir within sang religious songs
	And it's not like we thought we was right
	We just played with the wheels of a passenger train
	That cracked on the tracks one night

	It's not like we ain't on the ball
	We just talk to our shrinks
	Huh they talk to their shrinks
	No wonder we're up the wall
	We're not stupid or dumb
	We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge
	On Uncle Sam's daughters and sons

	Good old boys and girls
	Congregating waiting in another world
	With roller coaster brains
	Imagine playing with trains

	Good old boys and girls
	Congregating waiting in some other world
	We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
	Lizzy Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks

	And don't think we're trying to be bad
	All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time
	Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad
	We watch every day for the bus
	And the driver would say
	"That's where lunatics stay"
	I wonder if he's talking about us

	It's not like we're vicious or gone
	We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay
	In old forest lawn
	And it's not like we don't know the score
	We're the fragile elite they dragged off the street
	I guess they just couldn't take us no more

	Good old boys and girls
	Congregating waiting in another world
	With roller coaster brains
	Imagine digging up graves

	Good old boys and girls
	Congregating waiting in some other world
	We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
	We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy
	We're all crazy


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