Ah, there's gonna be a killing 
A killing, killing, killing 
Drugs are not for healing 
That guy just ate meat, a-wow! 
There's gonna be a beating 
A beating, beating, beating 
The kids are on acid 
And they're marching down the streets 
It's my chemical imbalance 
Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs 
Zoloft keeps me even 
Being straight-edge rather sucks 
There is no telling what could happen 
If my gang was on to me 
The bullets are a-shooting 
A shooting, shooting, shooting 
Paco plucked a pollo 
That he plans to eat 
Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck 
There's gonna be a juicing 
A juicing, juicing, juicing 
I'm sober, but 
I'm pooping 
Gorge my colon full of prunes 
GO GET MOR
E PRUNES! 
It's my chemical imbalance 
Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs 
Zoloft keeps me even 
Being straight-edge rather sucks 
There is no telling what could happen 
If my gang was on to me 
Well, I was peeing in my room and 
I was staring at the wall 
And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, 
I was thinking about nothing 
When my same-sex parents walked in and started squealing 
Mark! Mike! 
No, Mark! 
We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately 
And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on 
Selective 
Seretonin 
Reuptake Inhibitors 
And I said, "What the fuck is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor? Why don't you stick it up your ass like your boyfriend! And who the hell is this Zoloft guy? Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird sexual experience? Just give me a cookie!"