Arms covered in blood, the war has begun.
Hide the straight razor, 'cause Baby's insane.
New telephone number, new lock on the door.
Hide all the knives, 'cause Baby's insane.
Baby's insane, Baby's insane.
Baby's on a trip to the moon, again.
Baby's insane, Baby's insane.
Hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane.
She's run down your birthday, til the cats on the lawn
all bare their claws at the sound of your name.
Don't knock on her window, don't knock on her door.
She's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor.
The roaches are flying where she sleeps at night.
They scream over her bed "Help us find some light!"
It stinks of Velveeta. One is under her tongue.
She's dreaming of you with a hand on her gun.
She's picked you white roses from the funeral page.
There's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age.
I know that she loves you, but it's time to move on.
Don't miss the bus 'cause Baby's insane.
Baby's insane, Baby's insane.
Baby's on a trip to the moon, again.
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
Hide all the knives, 'cause Baby's insane .
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