Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Hey, look over yonder out in the rain, Soakin' wet fever in my brain. Now, I ain't certain which way to go, But I got to move, sure. I'm feelin' blue. I'm feelin' blue. Hey, look over yonder behind the wall,

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

I Grew Up A Fucking Screw Up Got Introduced To The Game, To The Game Then Fucking Blew Up Ever Since I Was An Embryo Waitng To Shape Up And Ship Out Something In My Brain Said Wake Up And Kick Out Roberta And Wayne Stayed Up And Flipped Out 'cause When

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within' the sound of silence

If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear? Anybody hear the forest fall? Cut and move on (If a tree falls in the forest) Rain forest Mist and mystery Teeming green Green brain facing labotomy Climate control centre for the world

My English love affair The picture burning in my brain, kissing in the rain I can't forget, my English love affair Today, I'm seven thousand miles away The movie playing in my head of a king size bed means I can't forget Before I knew it, it was serious

Death on two legs You're tearing me apart You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money And you want more Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules With your narrow minded

Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum Will he take a sailboat ride? Will he tell you he's alive? In the morning when the day's begun And in the evening or the noonday sun Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain wal always winnin', I can't keep tabs on mine,