Basket Case
Do you have the time,
To listen to me whine.
About nothing and everything,
All at once.
I am one of those,
Melodramatic fools.
Neurotic to the bone,
No doubt about it.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I just disturbed.
I went to a shrink,
To analyze my dreams.
She says it's lack of sex,
That's bringing me down.
I went to a whore,
He said my life's a bore.
So quit my whining cause,
It's bringing her down.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I stoned?
Grasping to control,
So I better hold on.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps,
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up,
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Or am I stoned?