Mental Songtext
von Christopher Titus

I love me from a screwed up family, man
We had everything in my fam
Prescription drug abuse, mental illness
One of my uncles is a Mormon
And people get so weird about mental illness
It′s like anything else, you follow the rules
You don't put a heart patient on a rollercoaster
You don′t put a mental patient on a hunting trip with you

My mom's insane
Of course, I don't mean my mom is insane
I mean we the jury find the defendant
When I was a kid she was in a mental care facility
Or as dad so eloquently put it
"She′s shacked up in the wacko basket
Sleep well, boy!"


Actually comforts me to know that when I was in kindergarten
Gluing macaroni to paper plates
My mom was in therapy gluing macaroni to paper plates
I used to put her projects on the refrigerator
You better lighten the fuck up
′Cause we're going a lot further than that tonight

You know little kids can′t draw
They draw you a picture
You have to guess what the hell the picture is
My mother had so many Rorschach tests
By the time I was three
She knew exactly what I drew every single time

"Well honey, tree, ducky, bunny, train
And those are the aliens that planted the microchip in my head
You wanna feel it?"
"No
That's a pretty good call, mom
I was going for doggy, but okay"

But I want you to know I love my mom and I owe her everything
′Cause without her I don't exist
Without her, I wouldn′t be doing this for a living
Without her in four states
It'd still be legal to kill a man with a cappuccino machine
She touched a lot of lives


Diagnosed manic depressive schizophrenic
Actually pretty cool as a kid
'Cause I never really knew who was coming to dinner
But I was pretty sure they were gonna be bummed out
Used to piss my teachers off
My permission slips had different signatures on ′em

"Okay, Mr. Smartass, why don′t you stand up?
Who's this one supposed to be?"
"It′s my mom
Call her
But let me listen, let me listen, let me listen
I bet my lunch money she's Weezy Jefferson today"