Gonzo Bonkers

Hollywood’s gone awful green these days
If you listen to all the stars
Well, they sure are busy recycling scripts
While blowing up all those cars

Stick a round peg in a square slot
Oh, it’s a fam-iliar routine
Then they break out the inkblots
And ask you what they mean

But they don’t know what’s true
Anymore than you or I do
And those shrinks, they haven’t a clue
What the sky looks like to me or you

Entertain your visions in seclusion
They’ll call it a raving mad delusion
But get enough other kooks to join in
And all of a sudden they call it a religion
I’m a tad mad batty I must admit
Why deny it if the straitjacket fits?
Well, life’s a joke and we’re the butts
So not being crazy would be a little bit nuts

Always the offbeat oddballs
On the cusp of innovation
Say, maybe loosing your marbles
Is the real secret of salvation

Madness turns to genius
After fermenting for a generation
So in twenty years, more or less
We’ll redeem your certification

Oh, we’ve gone gonzo bonkers
The Coo-Coo done flew over
Ten miles off our rockers
And running rings around our keepers

Entertain your visions in seclusion
They’ll call it a raving mad delusion
Get enough other kooks to join in
And all of a sudden they call it a religion
I’m a tad mad batty I must admit
Why deny it if the straitjacket fits?
Oh, life’s a joke and we’re the butts
So not being crazy would be a little bit nuts

They say that I should abide the law
Not sure I get the point
Of abiding uniformed bandits
Out to stick hippies in the joint

We’re supposed to all feel terrorized
Let them rifle through our rights
But what causes me insecurity
Is getting groped to catch a flight

And it’s the greatest emergency
If the bankers don’t get paid
The sky will tumble upon us all
If their bonuses are delayed

Talk about conspiracies
And they’ll label you confused
Everyone’s got a conspiracy theory
Fluoride, vaccines, the chem-trail blues
Lizard people or the Illuminati
Yes, the details are a little spotty
When psy-ops masquerade as news
The only question is whose
Channel you choose

Entertain your visions in seclusion
They’ll call it a raving mad delusion
But get enough other kooks to join in
And all of a sudden they call it a religion
I’m a tad mad batty I must admit
Why deny it if the straitjacket fits?
Yes, life’s a joke and we’re the butts
So not being crazy would be a little bit nuts