Oingo Boingo — Insanity Short

I'm so sorry; please, forgive me Who do I pray to straighten out this problem? Straighten out this problem; straighten out my mind Straighten out this crooked tongue.... My mind has wandered from the straight and narrow My mind has wandered from the flock, you see And the flock has wandered away from me Let's imitate reality—insanity Let's strive for mediocrity—insanity Let's make believe we're all the same—now, that's the thing Let's sanitize our little brains—insanity I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head I'd love to hear you laugh tonight; I'd love to hear you weep I'd love to listen to you while you're screaming in your sleep I am the virus; are you the cure? I am morally— I'm morally impure I am a disease and I am unclean I am not part of God's well-oiled machine Christian nation, assimilate me Take me in your arms and set me free Do you think you're better than me? Do you want to kill me or befriend me? And the alcoholic bastard waved his finger at me His voice was filled with evangelical glee Sipping down his gin and tonics While preaching about the evils of narcotics And the evils of sex and the wages of sin While he mentally fondles his next of kin My mind has wandered from the flock, you see And the flock has wandered away from me The white folks think they're at the top; ask any proud white male A million years of evolution, we get Danny Quayle All around the world, now Like a big, bright cherry cloud Traveling from home to home TV sets and telephones Here it comes, just like a storm Bathe in it and be reborn Time to let the world know Welcome madness, say hello I'd love to take you home with me; I'd love to tuck you in I wish I could protect you from the wages of our sin I'd love to hear you scream tonight; I'd love to hear you cry Protect you from the madness that is raining from the sky Let's imitate reality—insanity Let's strive for mediocrity—insanity Let's make believe we're all the same—now, that's the thing Let's sanitize our little brains—insanity I'd love to take you home with me and tuck you into bed I'd love to see what makes you tick inside your pretty head I wish that I could keep you in a precious Chinese box On Sundays, I would pray for you so it would never stop I'd love to see inside your mind, to tear it all apart To cut you open with a knife and find your sacred heart I'd love to take you satin dolls and tear them all to shreds I'd love to mess your pretty hair; I'd love to see you dead!