Key: G
Introduction:
G C
My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues,
G C
screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth.
G C
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault,
G C*
the devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to.
G C
I'm cut from a different kind of meat more than you can chew, hard to swallow me.
G C
Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity.
G C
How I cannot commit to reality when my third eye's open and I like what I see.
G C
Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free.
Bb
I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards,
D
the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat.
Gm G7 Cm
But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I'm free.
F
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls
D
and maybe wake up from but a dream, yeah.
G C
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
G C
I didn't lose it, babe, there wasn't much to find.
G C
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
G C
I'm only passing through Oh, oh, o-o-oh.
G C
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see,
G C
you'd look through illusions, hallucinations and lucid dream.
G C
And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep
G
but I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em,
C*
take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front.
G C
Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than
G C
an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal.
G
But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever
C
and I'm getting better one forever at a time.
G*
And if sick is defined by what's different,
N.C.
Bb
Vice-versa, vice versus virtue,
D
well, who I am I choose through all the things I do
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and if it rhymes, it's true, but I hate poetry.
F
Now with my moral compass pointing south, I'm going down
D
with no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no respect for reality.
G C
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
G C
I didn't lose it, babe, there wasn't much to find.
G C
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
G C
I'm only passing through.
A D
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
A D
I didn't lose it, babe, there wasn't much to find.
A D
I'm just a psycho, babe, come and go out my mind,
A D
A tourist passing through. Well that was fun, goodbye.