My name is Bruce

There’s no excuse for me

My screws are loose

My marbles are lost

At the cost of society

They gave me crayons

and a coloring book to write in

How exciting

But when I wouldn’t play their games

they took them away

What a shame, my name is Bruce

At the cost of society

At the cost, cost of society

My walls are soft

They mean a lot to me

On days when I cough up my thorazine

have to be restrained

What a shame, my name is Bruce

At the cost of society

I lost my mind

It’s hard to just be living

Wanna go somewhere in the city

See my mom on thanksgiving

At the cost, cost of society

Where are you going?

We’re a family

Where are you going?

We’re a family

At the cost of society

My name is Bruce

I’m not, not, not a fruit loop

My name is Bruce

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