Bonkers
The Rudiments / Jack Kevorkian and the Suicide Machines Lyrics

I don't have a lot to say because I lose my mind each day
I am mentally unstable and cannot articulate myself clearly.

So lock me in a padded room, straight up, straight out
I need to be confined to a padded cell for my own safety and that of others.

Straight jacket doom
I fear that being restrained in a straitjacket will become a permanent state.

Goin' nuts, insane you see this padded room so leave me be
My insanity is manifest through my behavior in this padded room, so please do not disturb me.

This padded room here all the time. cause you see
I am confined to this padded room at all times due to my mental instability.

I lost my mind
I no longer have control over my thoughts and behavior.

I bust a nut an lost a bolt, now you know my life's on hold
I am experiencing a complete breakdown, and my life has come to a standstill.

Cause all these doctors think I'm crazy, but all this shit it doesn't please me
The medical establishment views me as insane, but I do not find my mental state enjoyable.

Oh yeah , I'm gonna lose it now, can't stop me no way , no how
I am quickly reaching the breaking point and nothing can prevent me from snapping.

There's a word, I think it's zonkers, all these people think I'm bonkers
People consider me crazy, and I use the word 'zonkers' to describe my feelings.

Society is smothering me, this place is where people fuck quietly
I feel suffocated by society's norms and standards, and I perceive suburban life as sexually repressed.

And they have bland orgasms, suburbia is so beautiful
Even though suburban life seems idyllic, it is devoid of passion and excitement.

Expansive green lawns for expensive white people
The affluence and privilege enjoyed by wealthy white suburbanites is nauseating.

And that mailman he smiles and says hello
Even the most mundane encounters with outsiders, like the mailman's greeting, feel like a suffocating intrusion.

(I just want to roll his ass)
I feel so trapped and angry that I fantasize about committing aggressive acts towards others.

You want to know why?
I want to explain the reasoning behind my frustration.

Cause now are the days you've got to be crazed
I believe that society increasingly demands insanity and chaos from its members.

You've gotta live your life your own way
I believe in individualism and living life on one's own terms, even if it leads to insanity.

I'd really like to run away, go out and have some fun and play
Despite my confinement, I yearn for freedom and an opportunity to live a carefree life.

But I'm still locked in this padded room
I am still confined and cannot escape.

With this world's fucked up, shitty gloom
The world outside my padded cell is depressing and full of dysfunction.

Competition sucks, you see this padded room is killing me
The pressure to compete and succeed in life is unbearable, and being trapped in a padded cell only heightens my pain.

This padded room, I'm here to die. just tripped out
I am convinced that my time in the padded cell will lead to my death, and my hallucinations are becoming more intense.

No reason why
There is no logical explanation for my mental state, as it is likely caused by chemical imbalances in my brain.

I pound a spike and lose a screw
I am becoming more unhinged and violent in my actions and thoughts.

My brains scrambled
My thoughts are jumbled and disorganized.

Nothing you can do
Despite medical intervention, there is no cure for insanity.

Be great to play while someone pays me, not called bonkers its called lazy
I would prefer to enjoy a leisurely lifestyle and collect a paycheck, but society views such behavior as 'lazy' rather than as a legitimate choice.

I'll stand up and take a bow what do you think of me now?
Despite my mental instability, I have a sense of pride and want others to recognize my uniqueness.

There's a word I think its zonkers, all these clones they say I'm Bonkers!
I perceive others as being bland and unoriginal, and they in turn view me as crazy or 'Bonkers!'