Nervous Breakdown - Sarah Ross

Two weeks all she’s had for for lunch

Is diet pills and captain crunch

Eyes lie like tell me fade baker

Cut her hair off with a razor

She’s wearing her wedding dress

And God only knows what comes next

Call the Sheriff, call the shrink

She’s on quicksand 'bout to sink

You got around and it got around

Yeah you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown

Yards of rope up in the attic

Grandpas loaded automatic

Liquid Drain-o Clorox bleach

And kitchen knives all within reach

She swears she won’t hurt herself

But she might hurt somebody else

Call the Sheriff, call the shrink

She’s on quicksand 'bout to sink

You got around and it got around

Yeah you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown

Did your laundry cooked your dinner

Never saw the crazy in her

We’re all one heart break away

From temporarily insane

Call the Sheriff, call the shrink

She’s on quicksand 'bout to sink

You got around and it got around

The crazy train has come to town

You better head for higher ground

The women’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown