I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out
I got no one to blame, nothing to change
I got no evil to fight
One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst
Society don't bother me
And there's something wrong with that
So I'm off to Pakistan, learn the laws of Islam
Fundamentalism, forget that ɾock-n-roll
No cigarette, no drink, in fact
It's difficult to [C7]think about getting laid
When you [A7don't even get to [C7]see her face
I'm not insane
I'm not insane, I'm not liquored
I got [Fm7]nothin' to [C7]do, nothin' to [C7]lose
I got [Fm7]no place to [C7]call [Em]home
One thing's for [Dm7]sure, I'm all [Em]outta angst
Society don't bother me, there's something wrong [Am]with that
Next stop Mongolia
Don't get to [C7]golf or f*ck or bowl with 'ya
Throw out that handicap
No stepping out, till spring, in fact it's
Difficult to [C7]sing when it's 20 below
And that's during the day
I'm not insane
