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Psychotic (A parody of "Ironic" By Alanis Morrisettee)
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Songs A maniac with lots of hate,
being kept stable with pills from a tray.
It's a quiet life day to day,
In his strait-jacket with lots of time to wait.
Isn't he psychotic...don't ya think?
It's like your brain broke one day,
You said goodbye to the life you had made.
In a padded room that you just can't break.
If you would've thought...you'd be sane.
A pyromaniac wasn't afraid to die.
He just lit a match and watched the flames get high.
All that he wanted to do was light up the night.
As they locked him away he thought,
"I hope there's no ice!"
Isn't he psychotic... don't ya think.
It's like your brain broke one day,
You said goodbye to the life you had made.
In a padded room that you just can't break.
If you would've thought...you'd be sane.
Well depression has a way of making you sad,
when everything is really okay, and it makes you want to cry.
Yeah, depression has a way of bringing you down,
when you're on top of the world,
and floating around up into space.
A schizophrenic in a heated debate.
A triskadedaphobic hoping thirteen is fake.
A hypochondriac in a rubber suit all his life.
It's having a lobotomy,
and praying for a whole new life.
Aren't they psychotic...don't ya think.
Too bad they're psychotic...and yeah I really do think.
It's like your brain broke one day,
You said goodbye to the life you had made.
In a padded room that you just can't break.
If you would've thought...you'd be sane.
Depression has a way of making you sad,
Yeah, depression has a way of bringing you down,
bringing you down.
