Freddy & His Mother

Somebody please get to my son
He's in a bad place, he might have a gun
He might count faces, he might swallow pride
I might not have tried

Down on the east side, everyone's down
And down on the left side, everyone's down
But up on the right side, everyone's sound, everyone's sound
On the right side, everyone's sound

It's not in a pill, it's not in a pearl
It's not in the sign on the way to the world
It's when you hear them throwing to hurl, throwing to hurl

And then they go "ha, ha ha ha ha"
Take out the lights and bury the claw
As you can see, he sees no lie past sun
He sees no lie past sun

I sleep by the setting sun
I swallow when the chewing's done
I don't know what is wrong with me

I don't leave the power on
I love it before it's gone
I don't know what is wrong with me

I don't drive for fun
Hands on eleven and one
I don't know what is wrong with me

I'll get while the getting's good
I've grown tired and misunderstood
I don't know what is wrong with me