Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Mass Hysteria

Paranoid Confusion

The Madman laughs

At what the radio’s pollutin’

The crowd scattered

From the head-on collision

Then come right back

To see what they were missin’

They said, “Goddamn,

Never saw that one comin’”

Just like every other day,

Ya know that they’ve learned nothin’

The killer in the chair, said

“I hope this doesn’t burn”

He flipped the switch sat in the chair, said

“Now it’s my turn”

Like the priest who’s preachin’

”Love thy Neighbor”

Though he hates the teens in labor

Or the man who watched his friend

Die of pneumonia,

Though he really coulda saved her

It’s Mass Hysteria

It’s Paranoid Confusion

And the Madman’s still laughin

At what the radio’s pollutin’