Mental Warzone - Dr. Living Dead!

Son why won’t you go to school you must get a job real soon

Or else clean up you room grow up you god damn fool

We’re ashamed our son is doomed

He’s possessed up in his room

Son quit that fucking noise

From now you’re grounded

In a mental warzone in a mental warzone

It’s all written in my hand I’ll be dead by midnight

They call him the reaper man he whispers in my mind

We’re ashamed our son is doomed

He’s possessed up in his room

Son quit that fucking noise

From now you’re grounded

In a mental warzone in a mental warzone

In a mental warzone in a mental warzone

A mental warzone a mental warzone