Haldol Songtext
von King Friday

My grandma and her cigarettes
Got off strong and had her six
And one of which had her eight

Well, one of hers was only twelve
When a bastard held her down
He holds her down to this very day

I cannot read what you have wrote
For the malt liquor in my throat
It′s something about a family friend

And if all that I talk is all kinds of shit
It's cause I can not handle it
Well, I guess some scars never mend


How could my dad be such a hole?
In the next room smoking bowls
When his girl cried out for help

Now all he talks is all kinds of shit
Cause you know he can′t handle it
I guess some scars never mend

I cannot read what you have wrote
For the malt liquor in my throat
It's something about a family friend

And if all that I talk is all kinds of shit
It's cause I can not handle it
I guess some scars never mend

Should I wait till you call my number?
How long will I have to wait
Til the neuroleptics clean my slate?


Should I wait till you call my number?
How long will I have to wait
Til the neuroleptics clean my slate?