You may be a dead beat
But don't be
A dead beat on my street
You leave your messes everywhere and
Why must you insist on needlin' me?
You feed the insecurity
And hold us all to ransom

Don't believe a word
That you invented
To torture yourself
You enjoy the pain
Enjoy the suffering
That you impose
On the world

Don't think you're any good
For me
Or you

Order the scrambled brains
Order the scrambled brains
Order the scrambled brains
Order the scrambled brains

Men with the paper slippers wait for you
Just for you