Do Miss America

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold your head feelin' 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, you know when she goes down it's hysterical

So, tell me how you feel without your medicine
Hold you head feeling paranoid
Running down the street from a mergatoid

So, tell me how you feel
Now you're the lonely one
Held your head in the setting sun
Sweet black smoke from a crooked gun

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