Crazy

We’re driving the public crazy
But you know, it’s all for fun 
We’re driving the public crazy
But you see, it’s all for fun 
Let’s tell ‘em that the sun is the moon 
And that the moon was actually the sun 

You can park your car in the driveway 
Ain’t nobody gonna leave
Park your car in the driveway 
Ain’t nobody gonna try to leave 
The more I think about it,
More I wanna lay my head and grieve 

Well we lived in chauvinism 
For goin’ on ten thousand years 
Living in chauvinism
For just about ten thousand years 
But they been lookin’ at us from watchtowers 
They got infinite records of fears 

Now I dont wanna fire my weapon 
Don’t wanna start no kinda duel 
Don’t wanna fire this weapon 
And start some kinda duel 
‘Cause I know just what’s gonna happen:
Disintegration of all rules 

If you talk about my mother, 
Then brother, you’re gonna pay
Talk about my mother 
And brother, you gonna pay 
I got this receipt for a motel
And forever, that’s where we’ll stay
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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