The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection, and livin at night isn't helpin my complexion The signs all say it's a social infection A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit I get so excited I always gotta lose it, then they pack me off & make me take the cure But I don't need a cure, don't need a cure don't need a cure, need a final solution Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction It seems I'm the victim of natural selection, or maybe just another slide in another direction I don't need a cure, don't need a cure don't need a cure, need a final solution Solution!