The Pseudo Feds - Mental Reject Lyrics

He's a mental reject and he's doing fine
You can catch him outside swimming with all the swine
He smells like you are mine
Potassium Bromide

Well the stop signs they came and they took him away
Little red wagon can no longer play
And it's fine, it's fine with him he never wanted to stay
A taffy accolade

Every single night he dies in his sleep
No one can hear him counting his sheep
He says one, one, one, one is me
Zip guns and lollipops, secrets and rye
He will glue your lips shut before you can ask why
He says two, two, two, two three
Four

Mental reject
Mental
Reject
Mental reject