And now I hear this in a completely different manner.
With John Paul Jones. Hm. Go figure.
"Arms covered in blood, the war has begun
hide the straight razor 'cause Baby's insane
New telephone number, new lock on the door
hide all the knives, 'cause Baby's insane
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
Baby's on a trip to the moon again
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane
She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn
all bare their claws at the sound of your name
don't knock on her window don't knock on her door
she's rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
Baby's on a trip to the moon again
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane
The roaches are flying where she sleeps at night
scream over her bed help us find some light
it stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue
she's dreaming of you with a hand on her gun
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
Baby's on a trip to the moon again
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane
She's picked you white roses from the funeral page
there's a whole lot of cities where a good man can age
I know that she loves you but it's time to move on
don't miss the bus 'cause Baby's insane
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
Baby's on a trip to the moon again
Baby's insane, Baby's insane
hide all the knives 'cause Baby's insane"