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