Virgin Prunes - Brain Damage Lyrics

Tell the marchers, tell the soldiers
Don’t you know my brain is damaged
Everyday the paper boy brings more…
One and one is two, two and two is four, four and four is eight
Run rabbit run, before it gets too late
You hurt your f*cking mother but you won’t f*cking hurt me
And that’s the truth
Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya
You may think this is funny, but it’s no laughing matter
Brain damage has gone to my head
Put him in a madhouse, put him in a madhouse
Put him in a madhouse before it’s too late
Sitting in the la la, waiting for the ya ya, to come
It’s so heavy, I can’t take it no more, can’t take it