Son why won't you go to school you must get a job real soon Or else clean up you room grow up you god damn fool We're ashamed our son is doomed He's possessed up in his room Son quit that fucking noise From now you're grounded In a mental warzone in a mental warzone It's all written in my hand I'll be dead by midnight They call him the reaper man he whispers in my mind We're ashamed our son is doomed He's possessed up in his room Son quit that fucking noise From now you're grounded In a mental warzone in a mental warzone In a mental warzone in a mental warzone A mental warzone a mental warzone