Fear of People (Who Look Insane)

What does he babble to himself
Why does he sit facing me
With his state of mental health
He should have to bus separately
Try not to stare at him
But something isn't right with him

Stare at him through the reflection
Hope he doesn't make the connection
I'll be he's some kind of pervert
Or sadistic extrovert
He'll probably tear my eyes out
And my tongue out
And my bowels out
And my balls out
And my brain out
And scatter then around his walls

You see I got the fear, the fear
Of people who look insane (I got the fear)
Yes, I got the fear, the fear (I got the fear)
Of people who look insane (I got the fear)
Oh yes, I got the fear, the fear (I got the fear)
Of people who look insane (I got the fear)

What do they look like..I don't know!
What do they smell like..I don't know!
What do they feel like..I don't know!
What do they taste like..I don't know!