Lyrics

My name is Bruce
There’s no excuse for me
My screws are loose
My marbles are lost

At the cost of society
They gave me crayons
and a coloring book to write in
How exciting
But when I wouldn’t play their games
they took them away

What a shame, my name is Bruce
At the cost of society

At the cost, cost of society
My walls are soft
They mean a lot to me
On days when I cough up my thorazine
have to be restrained

What a shame, my name is Bruce

At the cost of society
I lost my mind
It’s hard to just be living
Wanna go somewhere in the city
See my mom on thanksgiving
At the cost, cost of society

Where are you going?
We’re a family
Where are you going?
We’re a family

At the cost of society
My name is Bruce
I’m not, not, not a fruit loop
My name is Bruce
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