Wondering what I'm doing tonight. I've been in the closet and feel all right. Ran out of Carbona, mom threw out the glue. Ran out of paint and roach spray, too.
It's TV's fault why I am this way. Mom and pop wanna put me away. From the early morning movie to the late late show. After it's over nowhere to go.
And I'm not sorry for the things I do. My brain is stuck from shooting glue. I'm not sorry for the things I do. Carbona not glue. Carbona not glue. Carbona not glue.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Carbona not hey! Carbona not hey! Carbona not hey! Carbona not hey!