Do Miss America

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold your head feeling paranoid

Sweet sixteen for a schizoid



So, tell me how you feel now you're the only one

Held your head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke with the poison



Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America

Hey, you know when she goes down it's hysterical



So tell me how you feel without your medicine

Hold your head feeling paranoid

Runnin down the street from a mergatroid



So tell me how you feel

Now you're the only one

Held your head in the setting sun

Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun



Hey, come on everybody, do Miss America

Hey, you know when she goes down it