Freddy & His Mother

Somebody please get to my son He's in a bad place, he might have a gun He might count faces, he might swallow pride I might not have tried Down on the east side, everyone's down And down on the left side, everyone's down But up on the right side, everyone's sound Everyone's sound On the right side, everyone's sound It's not in a pill, it's not in a pearl It's not in the sign on the way to the world It's when you hear them throwing to hurl Throwing to hurl And then they go "ha, ha ha ha ha" Take out the lights and bury the claw As you can see, he sees no lie past sun He sees no lie past sun I sleep by the setting sun I swallow when the chewing's done I don't know what is wrong with me I don't leave the power on I love it before it's gone I don't know what is wrong with me I don't drive for fun Hands on eleven and one I don't know what is wrong with me I'll get while the getting's good I've grown tired and misunderstood I don't know what is wrong with me