It's not like we did something wrong

We just burned down the church

While the choir within sang religious songs

And it's not like we thought we was right

We just played with the wheels of a passenger train

That cracked on the tracks one night.

It's not like we ain't on the ball

We just talk to our shrinks

Huh they talk to their shrinks

No wonder we're up the wall

We're not stupid or dumb

We're the lunatic fringe who rusted the hinge

On uncle sam's daughters and sons.

Good old boys and girls

Congregating waiting in another world

With roller coaster brains

Imagine playing with trains.

Good old boys and girls

Congregating waiting in some other world

We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy

Lizzy borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks.

And don't think we're trying to be bad

All the innocent crime seemed alright at the time

Not necessarily mad not necessarily mad

We watch every day for the bus

And the driver would say

"That's where lunatics stay"

I wonder if he's talking about us.

It's not like we're vicious or gone

We just dug up the graves where your relatives lay

In old forest lawn

And it's not like we don't know the score

We're the fragile elite they dragged off the street

I guess they just couldn't take us no more.

Good old boys and girls

Congregating waiting in another world

With roller coaster brains

Imagine digging up graves.

Good old boys and girls

Congregating waiting in some other world

We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy

We're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy we're all crazy

We're all crazy.