“Insanity”, by Oingo Boingo.

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I’m so sorry. Please for­give me.
Who do I pray to to straighten out this prob­lem?
Straighten out this prob­lem, straighten out my mind,
straighten out this crooked tongue?

My mind has wan­dered from the strait and nar­row;
my mind has wan­dered from the flock, you see.
My mind has wan­dered; the man just said so.
My mind has wan­dered; I heard it on TV.

And the flock has wan­dered away from me.

All around the world now like a big bright cherry cloud
trav­el­ing from home to home, TV sets and tele­phones,
here it comes just like a storm; bathe in it and be reborn.
Time to let the world know.
Welcome mad­ness, say hello.

Say hello.
Say hello.

Like a wave we can­not see wash­ing over you and me,
hid­ing here and hid­ing there, mad­ness hid­ing every­where.
Such a curios­ity; here it comes to set us free.
Plenty left for you and me.
Say hello, insanity.

I am the virus; are you the cure?
I am morally, I’m morally impure.
I am a dis­ease and I am unclean; I am not part of God’s lit­tle oiled machine.
Christian nation, assim­i­late me. Take me in your arms and set me free.
I am part of a degen­er­ate élite, drag­ging our soci­ety into the street,
into the abyss and to the sewer, don’t you see?
The man just told me, he told me on TV.

Do you think you’re bet­ter than me?
Do you want to kill me or befriend me?

And the alco­holic bas­tard waved his fin­ger at me, and his voice was filled with evan­gel­i­cal glee.
Sipping down his gin and ton­ics while preach­ing about the evils of nar­cotics,
and the evils of sex, and the wages of sin while he men­tally fon­dles his next of kin.

My mind has wan­dered from the flock, you see.
And the flock has wan­dered away from me.

And he waved his hyp­no­tiz­ing fin­ger at me.

Let’s imi­tate real­ity.
Let’s strive for medi­oc­rity.
Let’s make believe we’re all the same.
Let’s san­i­tize our lit­tle brains.

I’d love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed.
I’d love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head.
I’d love to hear you laugh tonight; I’d love to hear you weep,
I’d love to lis­ten to you while you’re scream­ing in your sleep.

Christian sons, Christian daugh­ters, lead me along like a lamb to the slaugh­ter.
Purify my brain and hose down my soul; white per­fec­tion. Perfection is my goal.

Do you think you’re bet­ter than me?
Do you want to kill me, or befriend me?

Christian nation, make us all right.
Put us through the fil­ter and make us pure and white.

My mind has wan­dered from the flock, you see,
and the flock has wan­dered away from me.

Let’s talk of fam­ily val­ues while we sit and watch the slaugh­ter.
Hypothetical abor­tions on imag­i­nary daugh­ters.
The white folks think they’re at the top; ask any proud white male.
A mil­lion years of evo­lu­tion. We get Danny Quayle.

All around the world now like a big bright cherry cloud
trav­el­ing from home to home, TV sets and tele­phones;
here it comes just like a storm. Bathe in it and be reborn.
Time to let the world know.
Welcome mad­ness, say hello.

Let’s imi­tate real­ity. Let’s strive for medi­oc­rity. Let’s make believe we’re all the same. Let’s san­i­tize our lit­tle brains.

I’d love to take you home with me. I’d love to tuck you in.
I wish I could pro­tect you from the wages of our sin.
I’d love to hear you scream tonight, I’d love to hear you cry,
pro­tect you from the mad­ness that is rain­ing from the sky.

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Let’s imi­tate real­ity. Let’s strive for medi­oc­rity. Let’s make believe we’re all the same. Let’s san­i­tize our lit­tle brains.

I’d love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed.
I’d love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head.
I wish that I could keep you in a pre­cious Chinese box; on Sundays I would pray for you so it would never stop.

I’d love to hear you laugh tonight, I’d love to hear you weep.
I’d love to lis­ten to you while you’re scream­ing in your sleep.
I’d love to soothe you with my voice and take your hand in mine.
I’d love to take you past the stars and out of reach of time.

I’d love to see inside your mind and tear it all apart, to cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart.
I’d love to take your satin dolls and tear them all to shreds.

I’d love to mess your pretty hair.

I’d love to see you dead.

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