Im not insane, Im not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight

Obe things for sure, Im all outta angst
Society dont bother me
And theres something wrong with that

So Im off to pakistan, learn the laws of islam
Fundamemtalism, forget that rock-n-roll
No cigarettes, no drink, in fact
Its difficult to think about getting laid
When you dont even get to see her face
Im not insane

Im not insane, Im not liquored
I got nothin to do, nothing to lose
I got no place to call home
One things for sure, Im all outta angst
Society dont bother me, theres something wrong with that

Next stop mongolia
Dont get to golf or fuck or bowl with ya
Thown out that handicap
No stepping out till spring, in fact its
Defficult to sing when its 20 below
And thats during the day
Im not insane

Im telling tim

You better watch out, you better not cry
You better put out records diy
Cause its not what youve done, its what youve been
If you fuck up, Im telling tim

Take you out of book your own life part six
You wont play again at abc
When youre gonna ostracized like lawrence
When I tell tim, Im telling tim
Im telling tim, Im telling tim