Psycho
You can tell he’s gonna win
Cause there’s magic inside his grin
And though he holds no aces
He bluffs with different faces
While up his sleeve to ease the pain
Is a gram or two of good cocaine
For sure he’ll have a woman tonight
If she don’t put up too much of a fight
His name is John that we all know
But we like to call him Psycho
You could call him no good
Even perhaps a punk or a hood
But I say in all likelihood
Psycho is just misunderstood
Sure he was once my brother
I was amazed and fooled by his cover
But beyond the smile full of pride
I saw a small child hid deep inside
Oh yes he played the game oh so well
He never let on to his inner hell
Always laughing toking a joint
With fluid language, he proved his point
But he was so empty and hollow
He never cared about his tomorrow
Perhaps one day he’s gonna grow
But still we call him Psycho
You could call him no good
Even perhaps a punk or a hood
But I say in all likelihood
Psycho is just misunderstood
Psycho
Do you know
It’s true
I love you
We split apart
It hurt my heart
But I still say
We had a good day
Friends before
Perhaps pals once more
I can’t say though
Oh Psycho
I wonder if you have grown
Maybe you got kids of your own
I’d love to see you correct your child
When you were once so crazy and wild
Will you play the part of the hypocrite?
Or are you gonna break down and explain it?
And if they ask and they want to know
Will you say that you were once Psycho
You could call him no good
Even perhaps a punk or a hood
But I say in all likelihood
Psycho is just misunderstood
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