Am       C     G D
I'm better red than dead,
        C      D   C  Am
I'm better red, red, red than dead,
 
I better eat my brain for breakfast,
And make it, do it, make it fast!

I can not live, I can not die,
I'm so confused - I'm forced to lie!

        C     G    D
  Gotta a fucking reason now,
  Gotta fucking reason, gotta fucking reason

    Am         C  D
    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Am         C   D
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    Am C D     F    G
    MOA - they're all insane!
    Am C   D
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
              Am
    We are all insane!

I'm not a mouse, I'm not a man,
I'm just an empty beer can.

I can not hear my own farts,
I guess I've lost some brain parts.

At first they crucified,
But then they satisfied.

  I'm at a loss - it's suicide!
  Dontcha fucking get it? Dontcha fucking get it?

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!

C       G        Am
They know that I've got Lenins and Hitlers dicks in my arse,
     C           G          Am
They know that I'm sick dead or red that I need injections and not their sticks,
   C          G           E
I know their hopes: I'm the man and they've got my dope,
     Am          C                    D
Well, FUCK YOU COP, I know what you want, I know your men-ta-li-ty!!!

    Whatcha gonna do when the gang is wearing blue?
    Whatcha gonna say when the gangster wears grey?
    MOA - they're all insane!
    MOA - militia on acid, militia on acid, militia on acid -
    We are all insane!