| Lyrics: | Little voices, they talk to me, help me to write this song
They told me, your lazy, you got
no real place of your own
Hey don't worry, they're coming to take you away,
The men
in white....they want you.
You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
It's elementary, Dr
Watson
And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....
Am I mad
or just stupid, you're a weirdo
Infectious, superhero
Join the madhouse, where the
walls are made of stone
An asylum we call home.
I found you in this crazy
world, crazy world, crazy world, I found something
Never had, hold me, squeeze me, cos it's
all I've ever wanted to do
Theres no time, like now, they're coming to take you away.....
You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
It's elementary, Dr Watson
And I'm
grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on and on....
Am I mad or just stupid, just
stupid
I'll cut your hair off, for cupid
Join the madhouse, where the walls are made
of stone
An asylum we call home.
Everytime, you move away, it feels like, no way
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there are times, when you're away, it feels like
You're pyshco, I'm an odd one
It's elementary, Dr Watson
And I'm grateful, for thr noise upstairs goes on and on
and on....
Am I mad or just stupid, you're a weirdo
Infectious, superhero
Join the madhouse, where the walls are made of stone
An asylum we call home.
I'm a
pyscho, you're a weirdo, I'm a pyscho, you're a weirdo
I'm a pyscho........ |
