Basket Case

Do you have the time to listen to me whine.
About nothing and everything all at once.
I am one of those.
Melodramatic fools.
Neurotic to the bone.
No doubt about It.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am i just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned.

I went to a shrink.
To analyze my dreams.
She says it's lack of sex that's bringing me down.
I went to a whore.
She said my life's a bore.
So quit my whining 'cause it's bringing her down.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am I just paranoid?
Uh, yuh, yuh, ya.

Grasping to control.
So I better hold on.

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.
It all keeps adding up.
I think I'm cracking up.
Am i just paranoid?
Or am I just stoned.