I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight Obe thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst society don't bother me and there's something wrong with that So I'm off to Pakistan, Learn the laws of Islam Fundamemtalism, forget that rock-N-roll No cigarettes, no drink, In fact It's difficult to think about getting laid When you don't even get to see her face I'm not insane I'm not insane, I'm not liquored I got nothin' to do, Nothing to lose I got no place to call home One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don't bother me, there's something wrong with that Next stop Mongolia Don't get to golf or f** or bowl with ya Thown out that handicap No stepping out till spring, In fact it's defficult to sing when it's 20 below and that's during the day I'm not insane I'm telling Tim You better watch out, you better not cry You better put out records DIY Cause It's not what you've done, it's what you've been If you f** up, I'm telling Tim Take you out of book your own life part six You won't play again at ABC When you're gonna ostracized like lawrence When I tell Tim, I'm telling Tim I'm telling Tim, I'm telling Tim