Fit for a Strait-Jacket -

The world wants to stomp me out but I’m here to stay

The world wants to let me down but I’m still okay

I’m fully equipped, fit for a strait jacket

Lunacy is my plea unforgiven

I could never be sane 'cause I’ll never give in

To their fuckin' system

Burn this witch at the stake;

a pyro-crusade

Just call me Leatherface in this masquerade

I am the label I’ve been given

Diggin' my own grave with every word I say

This Hell I have made alive within me

Flesh eating disease nourished with insanity

From six feet deep my voice a faint whispering

Split personalities forged with morbidity

The fusion of good and evil, what will I be?

If I can’t be perfect can I be alright?

I would do anything to be just fine

The world wants to stomp me out but I’m here to stay

The world wants to let me down but I’m still okay

Sick, twisted, son of a bitch

Why’d it have to come down to this?

Fucked up, god damn, son of a bitch

I’m fucked in the head and proud of it

Give me the strength to hold my head up high

Give me the courage to stand for what is right

The world wants to stomp me out but I’m here to stay

The world wants to let me down but I’m still okay

Sick, twisted, son of a bitch

Why’d it have to come down to this?

Fucked up, god damn, son of a bitch

I’m fucked in the head and proud of it

Fit for a strait jacket

Give me the strength to hold my head up high

Give me the courage to stand for what is right

The world wants to stomp me out but I’m here to stay

The world wants to let me down but I’m still okay

Sick, twisted, son of a bitch

Why’d it have to come down to this?

Fucked up, god damn, son of a bitch

I’m fucked in the head and proud of it