O Come All Ye Fruitcakes

O come, all ye fruitcakes,
Joyful and incompetent,
O come ye, O come ye to the infirmary;
Run and control him
Born the King of nutters
O come, let us inspect him,
O come, let us inject him,
O Come, let us infect him, Christ, where's my ward?

So? We all have voices in our heads
Some chat more when in our beds
Waste not, want not, not more me
Take back, get back, let me be.

I'm not half as crazy as my imaginary friend
He got mad cos I'm on the mend.
So what if no-ones around, don't mean that they let you down.
waste more, want more, more me free
Hit back, get back, wait and see.

Ahhh the mad mans back in town
Grab your girls he's coming around
Take me out and change my luck
Teach me things that mean too much.
Can you teach an old dog new tricks?
Can you breathe when it makes you sick?
Where's all the faithful, joyful and triumphant?
Where's all the leaders, thinkers and non-believers?
Crawl back, fight back, back with me
Overthrown, overgrown, society.