Psycho Mafia

Spit on the streets
Your heads and teeth
Got nowhere to go
Other than shows
Could never love
And the Psycho Mafia
I’m talking about love
Psycho Mafia
No soul in discos
No rock in the clubs
Bullheads in the pubs
And the city jobs
Could never love
And the Psycho Mafia
Could never love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho, Psycho Mafia
Psycho, Psycho Mafia
'Cho Mafia
'Cho Mafia
Spit in the streets
Your heads and teeth
Our eyes are red
Our brains are dead
Going on about drugs
Psycho Mafia
Could never love
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia
Psycho Mafia