Songtexte Psycho - Neil Gaiman , Amanda Palmer
                                                Psycho
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                Mary 
                                                fry 
                                                some 
                                                fish, 
                                                Mama?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                as 
                                                hungry 
                                                as 
                                                can 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                lordy 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                would 
                                                keep 
                                                the 
                                                baby 
                                                quiet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                my 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                killing 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                my 
                                                Ex 
                                                again 
                                                last 
                                                night, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                was 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                dance 
                                                at 
                                                Miller's 
                                                store
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                was 
                                                with 
                                                that 
                                                Jackie 
                                                White, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                killed 
                                                them 
                                                both 
                                                and 
                                                they're 
                                                buried 
                                                under 
                                                Jacob's 
                                                sycamore
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho, 
                                                don't 
                                                you, 
                                                Mama?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pour 
                                                some 
                                                coffee 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                cup
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                Mama?
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                better 
                                                let 
                                                them 
                                                lock 
                                                me 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                don't 
                                                hand 
                                                me 
                                                Johnny's 
                                                pup, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                might 
                                                squeeze 
                                                him 
                                                too 
                                                tight
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                having 
                                                crazy 
                                                dreams 
                                                again, 
                                                mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                'bout 
                                                last 
                                                night
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                woke 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                Johnny's 
                                                room, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Standing 
                                                right 
                                                there 
                                                by 
                                                his 
                                                bed
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                hands 
                                                around 
                                                his 
                                                throat, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wishing 
                                                both 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                were 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho, 
                                                dont 
                                                you, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                killed 
                                                Johnny's 
                                                pup
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho 
                                                don't 
                                                you, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                ought'a 
                                                let 
                                                them 
                                                lock 
                                                me 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                little 
                                                girl 
                                                next 
                                                door, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                believe 
                                                her 
                                                name 
                                                is 
                                                Betty 
                                                Clock
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                don't 
                                                tell 
                                                that 
                                                she's 
                                                dead, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                saw 
                                                her 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                park
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                was 
                                                sitting 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                bench, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thinking 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                game 
                                                to 
                                                play
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seems 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                holding 
                                                    a 
                                                wrench, 
                                                Mama
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                just 
                                                walked 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                Mama?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Didn't 
                                                mean 
                                                to 
                                                break 
                                                your 
                                                cup
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                psycho, 
                                                don't 
                                                you 
                                                Mama?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mama, 
                                                why 
                                                won't 
                                                you 
                                                get 
                                                up?
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 My Last Landlady
2 The Rhyme Maidens
3 The Day the Saucers Came
4 Feminine Endings
5 The Winter Gardens
6 In Relig Odhrain
7 The View from the Cheap Seats
8 I Will Write in Words of Fire
9 The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury
10 Making a Chair
11 100 Words
12 Margaret Cho Introduces the Show
13 Makin’ Whoopee
14 (Introduction To The Problem With Saints)
15 The Problem With Saints
16 Jump (For Jeremy Geidt)
17 Ask Neil And Amanda
18 (Introduction to Broken Heart Stew)
19 Broken Heart Stew (By Amanda)
20 Poem for Amanda (By Neil)
21 Poem for Neil (By Amanda)
22 Electric Blanket (A Duet. Amanda Palmer And Jason Webley)
23 Psycho
24 (Introduction To I Google You)
25 I Google You
26 I Want You, But I Don’t Need You
27 (Introduction to Dear Old House)
28 Dear Old House
29 (Introduction To Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic)
30 Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic
31 (Introduction To Judy Blume)
32 Judy Blume
33 I Don’t Care Much (With Lance Horne)
34 Map of Tasmania
35 (Introduction To Do You Swear To Tell The Truth, The Whole Truth & Nothing But The Truth So Help Your Black Ass)
36 Do You Swear to Tell the Truth, the Whole Truth & Nothing but the Truth So Help Your Black Ass
37 (Introduction To I Will Follow You Into The Dark)
38 I Will Follow You Into The Dark (For Ashlie Gough)
39 Look Mummy, No Hands
40 Ukulele Anthem
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