Little boys make lots of noise, this one's made his share
Never knew when to shut my mouth, or when to cut my hair
But there always seems to be someone above me
Taking note of my flaws
Pointing out all my imperfections, committed to the cause

There's something about him that isn't quite right
I saw him come out of the wrong door last night
He doesn't think like us, has views of his own
There's just one solution: rebuild from the bone

Social stigmas attach to me, like leeches to the skin
Undesirable parasites are my next of kin
But there always seems to be institutions
For fixing people like me
Ripping out all my keen distinctions, homogenizing me

There's something about him that alters the flow
We fear his ideas and the things that he knows
He socially deviant and far from the norm
There's just one solution: We'll force him to conform

My mistake was attracting attention, made them notice me
I couldn't hide from their inquisition, but I couldn't flee
And now they've pegged me, diagnosed me,
Incorrect, socially
Ruled out all my honest defenses, a defect, mentally

There's something about him that terrifies us
He probes all our soft spots and weakens our thrust
A threat to the family and the American Way
There's just one solution: We'll lock him away