Lou Reed - Kill Your Sons текст песни

All your two-bit psychiatrists

Are giving you electroshock

They said, theyd let you live at home with mom and dad

Instead of mental hospitals

But every time you tried to read a book

You couldnt get to page 17

cause you forgot where you were

So you couldnt even read

Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons

Dont you know gonna kill, kill your sons

Theyre gonna kill, kill your sons

Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run away

Mom informed me on the phone

She didnt know what to do about dad

Took an axe and broke the table

Arent you glad youre married

And sister, she got married on the island

And her husband takes the train

Hes big and hes fat

And he doesnt even have a brain

Theyre gonna kill your sons

Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons

Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons

Until they run away

Creedmore treated me very good

But paine whitney was even better

And when I flipped out on phc

I was so sad, I didnt even get a letter

All of the drugs, that we took

It really was lots of fun

But when they shoot you up with thorizene on crystal smoke

You choke like a son of a gun

Dont you know theyre gonna kill your sons

Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons

Dont you know theyre gonna kill, kill your sons

Until they run, run, run, run, run, run, run away