Administration, this generation, the next invasion,

You know, I give ‘em a day,

Before they all fade away.

Fair elections and state inspections, but each direction

Just leads us further astray,

But maybe that’s okay.

Your psychologist is bangin’ his head on the wall.

He sends for the therapist, the doctors, the lawyers and all.

With the mad Scientologist drunkenly pacing the hall…

Pacing the hall.

Holy Mother, cannon fodder,

Now look here, sister, best kiss your brother goodbye.

He’s got to learn how to fly.

Evidently, there’s no solution,

So nice and gently,

Give evolution a try.

It’s just a long goodbye.

Your psychologist is bangin’ his head on the wall.

He sends for the therapist, the doctors, the lawyers and all.

With the mad Scientologist drunkenly pacing the hall… Pacing the hall.

Human nature.  Ammunition. 

Put them together, blow your condition away.

All it takes is a day.

Now, honey baby, don’t you worry.

We’re here together.  No need to scurry away.

Our love is here to stay. 

Your psychologist is bangin’ his head on the wall.

He sends for the therapist, the doctors, the lawyers and all.

With the mad Scientologist drunkenly pacing the hall… Pacing the hall.