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 and 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!