Do Miss America

So tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold your head feelin' paranoid

Sweet sixteen for a schizoid

So tell me how you feel

Now you're the only one

Held your head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke with the poison

Hey you know when she goes down it's hysterical

So tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold you head feeling paranoid

Running down the street from a mergatoid

So tell me how you feel

Now you're the lonely one

Held your head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun

Hey you know when she goes down it's hysterical