Kill Your Sons - Live in Dayton, Ohio

One, two, three, four
All your two-bit psychiatrists
Are giving you electric shock
They said they'd let you live at home with mom and dad
Instead of mental hospitals
Every time you tried to read a book
You couldn't get to page 17
'Cause you couldn't read, you couldn't even read

Don't you know you're gonna
Hey, kill your son?
Don't you know they'll kill?
Don't you know they'll kill?
Until they run, run, 'til they, until they, 'til they run and run
Run away

Mama told me on the phone
She didn't know what to do about dad
They took an axe and broke the table
Hey, aren't you glad you're married?
And Merrill called me on the phone
Her husband rides the train
He's big, and he's fat, he doesn't even have a little brain

Don't you know you're gonna kill
Hey, kill your son?
Kill your son
They're gonna kill, oh baby, kill your son
'Til they run away
Creedmoor treated me very good
Payne Whitney was even better
And when I flipped out on PHC
So sad, I even didn't get a letter
All of the drugs that we took
Aw, they were so much fun
When you flip out on Thorazine on crystal smoke
You choke like a son of a gun

Don't kill your son
Hey, kill your, kill, kill, kill, kill
Oh, kill, kill, kill, oh baby, kill your son
It's too late, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Aw, too late to run away