Down at the arsenal, they keep the nerve gasses
Guarded day and night by caged white rabbits
Been sitting there for years, I'm gonna have at it
I cut through the fence, run right in, and grab it
Go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Now I got my own mustard gas in my pocket
Climb on a tree on a branch and drop it
On a country club full of Saturday golfers
So I can watch them die chokin', shakin' in convulsions
Go crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Panic in the air, see the headless chickens runnin'
Golf carts head-on crashin', crackin' heads wide open
Scratch the grass and, mister, you can't breathe
And roll and writhe in a sand trap, starting to heave
Claw those clubs, let me see you seethe
Crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Yellow air, yellow clouds
Blowin' down, down, down the fairway
Sensitive to the touch
Mowin' down, down the putting green
Heading straight for the big clubhouse
Where the stuffed country club
Effervescent ladies, so carefree
Relax, pose by the pool
Limber limp with a dry martini
Until...
["Clubhouse Scene"]
Oh, shit, what is going on in here?
Come on, move, God damn it, please!
I've got the answers, ???
Let me out!
(One, two, three, four!)
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
Chemical warfare, chemical warfare
Chemical warfare, warfare, warfare
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