Am C G D I'm better red than dead, C D C Am I'm better red, red, red than dead
I better eat my brain for breakfast, And make it, do it, make it fast!
I can not live, I can not die, I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie!
C G D Gotta a ing reason now, Gotta ing reason, gotta ing reason
Am C D Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue? Am C D Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey? Am C D F G MOA - they're all insane! Am C D MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid - Am We are all insane!
I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man, I'm just an empty beer can.
I can not hear my own farts, I guess I've lost some brain parts.
At first they crucified, But then they satisfied.
I'm at a loss - it's suicide! Dontcha ing get it? Dontcha ing get it?
Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue? Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey? MOA - they're all insane! MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid - We are all insane!
C G Am They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse, C G Am They know that I'm sick dead or red that I need injections and not their sticks, C G E I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope, Am C D Well, YOU COP, I know what you want,I know your men-ta-li-ty!!!
Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue? Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey? MOA - they're all insane! MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid - We are all insane!